in praise of chaos

all tends toward chaos,

hibernating thoughts and
mementos shoved under the couch,
evolving to sweet nostalgic discoveries

here's to the fresh spontaneity
of chaos
the penchant for entropy
the mystery
the unknown
the surprise
of careening about on this globe,
sometimes bumping into one another
oh... hello....
how sheepish. how sloppy and silly and utterly endearing.

we are like little orphans, like wide-eyed babies gazing about in wonder unable to control our excretions

and no matter how hard we try to
keep out the beasties
dust bunnies and slips of paper
to simplify
to organize
to pare down to the basics,
there are too many things to enjoy and to love
and really the world just wants to
give us little surprises
like morning glories and mulberry bushes
and uninvited guests

so many good ideas one has while sweeping the floor
the mundane would just be
mundane
if it weren't for the surprises
under the bed
in the backyard
in outer space (who knows?)

chaos
is much better than we think
embrace the overwhelming suchness
the quantity of matter
and space
and love
and moments

be thankful.
that
nothing is just so.
there is a logic and an order and an openness
to living
in chaos:
receptive:
innocence:
open:
the only rule is loving and being loved.