Somewhere in our conscious pursuit of patterns, grand order and #inspiration, we often miss something far more elemental – the delicate joy of connecting with #nature, beyond the practical function of existing in it.
It's how you #feel, when you stand gaping at a masterpiece in a gallery, and momentarily lose yourself into its contours. That is when your observation goes beyond being just "useful", burrows deep into the primal parts of your #brain, and tickles them with an awe.
Soaking in the occasional Sun outdoors is a rare delight, as more days of cold, cloudy #weather coming through. And every once in a while, fate rewards me with an exclusive close up of nature's masterpieces – an enchanting #honeybee, the other day.
It was the fleeting moment to lose the #science, draw in and hold my breath, and get a bit closer to the bee, only to etch its beauty into my #memory, before it flapped away to rest of its existence.
And as it flew, I knew what #Rumi must have meant, when he said, "when you feel a peaceful joy, that is when you're near #truth".
#Covid lockdowns were an unusual gift. Watching my roses wilt, leathers crack, convictions shake, relationships dull and few loved ones taken away, I came to appreciate the essence of #chaos in a non-mathematical way.
Riding the upstoppable arrow of #time, chaos can, and will take over everything – it's a question of when, not if. Spending 20+ hours for a whole year at home, I personally witnessed new order derive from, and decay back into chaos – yes, #entropy grows.
The silent master of #change, it lurks at the edge of all organisation, constantly tugging at equilibrium, ever ready to topple it into countless permutations of form, flavor and function. And through these, it shapes our shared, mortal destinies, at all #resolutions.