weather poem 4

chaos feels threatening
an unraveling that happens against us
we fear our humble powerlessness.

but what if,
it’s synchronous
what if, everything is always
working out.

suspend in gravity instead of fighting against it.
things don’t have to be perfect to be valuable.

 the end can be so clear at the beginning
when i project what is now (the clarity of my intention)
into what will be (which is actually i-have-no-idea). 

and the more I think
about it the more I think
what chaos teaches is: to let it. 

do what you can. then LET.
life happens. and it is perfect
it’s just not what you thought
at the beginning.

deterministic: a world is deterministic if its current state completely defines its future
nonlinear:  everything that is not linear

what is the weather god?
what is the weather god.

some seasons
you’re swimming in shit
until you’re not. 

and one part of you is scuba diving with no mask
and the other part of you is somehow safe inside the boat.
above water above
the shit.
this is the day you realize: i have grown more resilient.

by practicing landscape
we become weather.
tree becomes hurricane.