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
