Free verse, Poem

Day 272: Organized Chaos


Polished Fossil Ammonite” by Warren Lynn (Image Courtsey of Flickr Creative Commons)

In chaos , I find the silence,
the place in which I hear
my soul connecting to
the hum of the universe,
until there is only the stillness
of the cosmic heart.

In order, I lose the spot
upon which I began,
chasing the golden spiral
seeking forfeited knowledge
in fossilized chambers.

In chaos, I thought I knew
where I began.
In order, I understood
where I ended.

In time, I have found
the chaos in order
and the order in chaos.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

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