Meditation On Nothing In Particular
First I was nothing
but chaos
with a sense of myself
as something
other than chaos:
Darkness
with a yearning
to be light;
dullness
with ambition to shine;
confusion
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
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