Intelligent Chaos

A whirlwind rages, where forms dissolve,
lies a ground that stays, we barely resolve.
What crumbles holds the seed within,
to rise anew, through life’s thick and thin.

Verse 1:
A storm sweeps through the open land,
tears down the borders, breaks the stand.
Where branches fall, a seed will grow,
chaos brings the start we know.
In change, the eternal hides,
love that through the chaos thrives.

Chorus:
No chaos exists without design,
no path that doesn’t to the whole align.
What falls, it rises; what breaks, it mends,
for all from oneness just extends.

Verse 2:
The falling leaf, in the wind it flies,
to meet the ground, where its purpose lies.
The trees bow low, the rain descends,
a new road starts where the old one ends.
We often see what seems destroyed,
but order fills the empty void.
What we can’t grasp, what seems unclear,
suddenly shines when truth draws near.

Chorus:
No chaos exists without design,
no path that doesn’t to the whole align.
What falls, it rises; what breaks, it mends,
for all from oneness just extends.

Bridge:
The storm is loud, the river runs,
yet stillness waits where growth becomes.
No star will shine, no light take flight,
without the depth of the darkest night.
Where it breaks, it flows; where it falls, it grows,
and all dissolves because it moves and glows.

Chorus:
No chaos exists without design,
no path that doesn’t to the whole align.
What falls, it rises; what breaks, it mends,
for all from oneness just extends.

Outro:
And so it is, part of the cycle’s guise,
form turns to void, stillness implies.
A step back often moves ahead,
chaos leaves order in its stead.