Calm & Chaos

Out of calm comes chaos.

Inspect a calm day, if you will:
A light breeze, a feather rolling from your fingers:
"Pray, why do you roll, dear feather?"
"Oh, because of the wind."
And you sit confused, for there is no wind.

Inspect a day of winds, if you will:
A feather is whipped from your fingers:
"You are cruelly taken, dear feather!"
"But no; I am slowing down!"
And you sit confused, for there is no feather.

Inspect your own pondering mind, if you will:
A thought is whipped to your attention:
"From where did you come, dear thought?"
"Why do you ask?  Have you not seen the feather?"
And you sit confused, for you have not.

But:
Out of chaos comes calm.