Randomness and chaos
Mess and muddle
Out of which comes insight
And new avenues of creation
Shoots and buds of fresh thought
Gravelly ground of the mind
Breaks down and we find
An unveiling of that which
Was already hidden
Bidden
To come forth and shine
None of this is mine.
It belongs to the great consciousness and
I take but a small part
To play and embroider with my life.
