A soft falling into trust.
This piece is a reminder that life’s seeming chaos is not chaos at all — but a hidden harmony, a deeper order beyond the mind’s need to control.
Poem
Harmony of one
is the chaos of nature.
The forest viewed as disorder
is a forest completely unseen.
Regardless of your argument that sees
flowers separate from the bees,
life cares not how you want it.
Without them both, all would cease.
The mind sees two, when
there is only the obvious one,
nothing ultimate in its departure,
for all things — already done.
Even the play of what you are,
appearing chaotic at times.
Just like in the forest, the sun
only pretends not to shine.
It is the fearful mind that demands
things be organized,
not recognizing the dance
of all the instruments
in this symphony of the divine.
You are not 10,000 pieces.
You are the forest in harmony.
Relax into this unfolding,
and you will see life's poetry.
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