Water Flower

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