My Tree

In chaos there is meaning.

The meaning is there is no meaning.

Chaos

The weirding of the word

Is a lie to its content.

A portion of the great Ain Soph.

The mind grapples what it cannot conceive.

In the no-thingness of chaos

Is contained the birth of all.

Order,

Born of chaos,

Dies

Kicking and screaming

As chaos

Welcomes

It home.

All cycles,

All possible,

Extremes,

I climb the tree to live.

Looking out

Over the great mass of non-being

I see

In the distance

Another tree.

Looking out from the tree

Is me…

Thank you for reading,

Ernest