Have you ever been outside when it snows? Or seen the night sky twinkle
with seemingly millions of tiny lights? Have you ever gazed over a field
littered with a multitude of smiling flowers?

When I am in the midst of a snow storm, I see a mess. A beautiful mess,
but a mess all the same. But I caught a snowflake on the tip of my
finger and just as it melted, I saw that it was not a little blob of
very cold water, but an incredibly detailed, intricate pattern crafted
from frozen water. And when I lifted my eyes to the storm around me, I
saw for the first time, that every little speck of white fluff flying
past my face, was a sister or brother to the now-melted ice sculpture
puddling on my finger. And I wondered, what it took to get all of this
delicate stuff to this spot in the right circumstances.

When I am outside at night, which is often since well I live outside, I
gaze with my lover at the sky. And I see above me, pools of shimmer. The
more I look, the more I see. And then I start to really see...there are
patterns and figures, groups and clusters, arms and spindles all layed
out on a sensuous velvety blanket. And I remember what I have learned
about Astronomy and the stars. How they float and dance to a rhythm so
immaculately beaten out, that not one of them collides.

When I am in a meadow, I lift my arms out to my side and tickle the
flowers as I run through the green. Just a mass of bright colors, an
array of cheerful. And sometimes, I let myself collapse in their verdant
arms and I breathe in their scent and my eye is caught. I find myself so
breathtakingly close to these wonders, that I can see the sweet sap
veins in their petals and I pretend that I can hear the gentle thrum of
liquid moving from dirt, to root, to stem, to leaf, to modified leaf
known as petal.

Many of us dislike disorder. Disorder is when your house or grove or
city gets trashy and covered in graffiti. When you don't clean your
dishes or throw away your sustenance bowls after dinner, but leave them
sitting around. But chaos..chaos to me, is an order so amazingly
comprehensive and enveloping, that our finite minds cannot take it all
in...


Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Mayan, in the year 301 AF.