CHAOS
When life has been set on fire
when a situation has spiralled out of control
we have the choice of throwing more wood into
the flames or offering it a bucket of water.
Sometimes, we simply have to let the blaze die
down on its own without interference.
We sit inside the transformational fires and let it
burn away what is no longer necessary.
In the discomfort of the heat, do not fall backwards
onto pacifiers that only serve the short term gain.
Chaos is not a permanent state if we don’t resign it to be.
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pOEM BY MEGAN KING
CHAOS
When life has been set on fire
when a situation has spiralled out of control
we have the choice of throwing more wood into the flames
or offering it a bucket of water.
Sometimes, we simply have to let the blaze die down on its own without interference.
We sit inside the transformational fires and let it burn away what is no longer necessary.
In the discomfort of the heat, do not fall backwards onto pacifiers that only serve the short term gain.
Chaos is not a permanent state if we don’t resign it to be.
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pOEM BY MEGAN KING