The Eye of the Chaosmic Storm

In whirlwinds of change, a lotus blooms,
Rooted in flux, yet perfectly still.
Discordia’s dance and Zen’s calm embrace,
Two faces of one cosmic will.

Anarchic winds howl, upend the world,
Yet in their heart, a silence dwells.
The madcap laughter of celestial jesters,
Rings clear as meditation bells.

Eris tosses her golden apple high,
It hangs suspended in timeless space.
In that frozen moment of chaotic play,
We glimpse eternity’s serene face.

The universe spins, atoms whirl and collide,
In ceaseless motion, never at rest.
Yet in this cosmic carnival’s very core,
Lies stillness, our eternal guest.

Zazen in a hurricane, unmoved, unshaken,
While reality fractures and reforms.
The monk and the trickster, hand in hand,
Dancing through order’s crumbling norms.

In pandemonium’s crescendo, listen close:
The sound of one hand clapping clear.
For in the peak of Discordian revelry,
Zen’s quiet truth draws ever near.