Poem: Chaos

Category: Poetry

Chaos

 

 

The state of

Disorder

Underestimate

Order

Within

Disorder

 

The state of

Disorder

Needs to be

Assigned greater

Respect

 

Within

The phase of

Disorder

Old dies &

Transforms

It’s useful parts

Absorbed within

Opportunity to

Sort out

Clear-out

Release

Remove

The clutter

Weighing one down

 

Within

The state of

Disorder

An opportunity to

Take an inventory

Question

Thoughts & beliefs

Against inner

Knowing

Match it with

Inner desire

Validate validity

With feeling

 

Within

The state of disorder

One

Learns to

Respect

The beauty

Exposed in

Inner mess

 

Within

The state of disorder

Order

Projects

In witnessing

All aspects of

Oneself

 

Friends,

Do not fear

Disorder

Do not fear

Feelings

Felt

While in

The stage

 

Chaos

The dark place

Fertilizes

Your

Growth

Transmuting

Your beautiful being

 

Friends,

Gift yourself

Time to

Grow & shine

You are

The light

Meant to

Shine

 

 

HonHonor

 

Credits:  Original Painting by Marylin Langedyl

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