Chaos is an inner feeling of the unknown.
It feeds off of fear and thrives in uncertainty.
People like routines.
We like predicting the future
and staying on track.
Because the worst sensation
of betrayal and heartbreak
come when we are blindsided.
And at a primitive level:
those who stayed alert,
I want to look past my concentrated fear of uncertainty.
Because even in muddy waters,
a lotus finds the power to blossom.
The only flower to bloom petal by petal,
I tell myself to slowly open up.
And in the toughest of conditions,
I am reminded of Mrs. Woolf’s country-side garden:
“I am rooted, but I flow.”