Ephemeral Scriptures

In the scriptures of discord, a paradox unfolds,
Nihilistic verses, where meaning erodes.
Eastern brushstrokes on the canvas of time,
Chaos and order in a dance sublime.

The pages turn, revealing contradiction’s lore,
Absurdity proclaimed, sense overturned evermore.
What seems wise revealed as nonsense at the core,
Upended truths show all we knew’s unsure.

Words decay into incoherent babble,
Meaning slips through fingers, no truth enable.
Texts deconstruct, certainty reduced to rubble,
On firm foundations, razed to unstable.

Yet still the brush dances cross time’s open sky,
In bold strokes meaning making then lets fly.
In passing moments, transient beauty held,
Before the ink fades, colors unsettle and meld.

Masterful chaos creates, lets go, shifts again,
Art arising fresh without tightly gripped rein.
Order flows, falls to pieces, reforms unplanned,
As the moment’s inspiration moves the artist’s hand.

So too in life, meaning comes, meaning goes,
We craft beauty while the eternal wind blows.
Chaos will rend, order will coherence lose,
Dance in the space between, nothing to prove.