Meditation On Nothing In Particular

First I was nothing
but chaos
with a sense of myself
as something
other than chaos:

with a yearning
to be light;
with ambition to shine;
wanting to be right.

In the seeming randomness
of me
some observer -
discerning beauty,
that I sensed
but could not see -
spent the time,
the understanding,
that it took
to set me free.

3 October 2005