Chaos rides the wings of change
Madly, wildly rotating on the drafts.
Up and down,
spinning and dodging the fatal currents.
Refusing to plunge
into the safety of shelter.
Walls and roofs offer these things
but lose something in the translation.
Chaos is left to beat against the door
and slam into the windows,
shuddering and shaking the foundation.
It would love to shatter and splinter
and begin anew.
Stagnation invites frustration
A starvation for the sweet taste of fresh air,
the feeling of fresh rain on your face.
Balance requires bracing against the wind
and embracing the maelstrom inside you.
Sometimes there is no seeking
The calm inside the eye of storm.
Sometimes you must become the storm
in order to ride it out.