Water Flower
There are bits
Of randomness and
uncertainty
Built into you and I
and all things
Creativity arises from
the dance between
Those parts of us that
are uncertain
And those parts of us
That seek to paint
order
Bedtime stories
Like the one that says
our Universe
Suddenly sprang into
existence
Out of nothing in the
middle of nowhere
In a giant bang for no
good reason
Or the one that says
God and a bunch of his
angels
Created the Universe in
four days
Out of copious amounts
mud,
A big ball of box
string,
And some of those red
doilies
That his wife uses in
her hair
Are tales we tell each
other
So we can pretend we
actually know
Our creativity, the
life we each breathe,
And our Universe
itself, I think,
Are birthed as emergent
behavior
---Recursive words of
action
In the mysterious
language of eternity
Born of Kodachrome
fractals,
Kaleidoscopic
randomness
And a distant, hidden,
grand order
Each of our lives is
much more a matter
Of the thoughts we
think,
What we feel in our
hearts,
And the joy, sadness,
and laughter in our souls
Than it is anything of
physical existence
And our world?
It is a water flower
Bloomed of sprouting
seed
Sweet love, immense
thunderstorms
And brilliant sunlight
In a quiet eddy of a
deep blue pond
In a land vast beyond
imagination
Full of happenings
That have nothing to do
With any of us
Dewey Dirks
