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.