The Koan of Eris

In stillness, chaos swirls, a paradox divine,
Where Zen and Discord intertwine their steps,
A dance of opposites, yet strangely fine,
As order from disorder slowly creeps.

Fluid motions freeze in fractured time,
While jagged leaps flow smooth as silk,
The dancers spin a rhythm so sublime,
Their forms both solid stone and spilled milk.

Eris grins as Buddha sits serene,
Their energies collide in swirling hues,
A mandala of madness rarely seen,
Where nothing’s true and everything is true.

In labyrinth gardens, straight paths wind,
And lotus blooms from golden apples grow,
Here, sages lose what fools may find,
As above, below; as yes, so no.

The riddle’s answer poses new requests,
Each solution spawns a fresh enigma,
In cosmic jest, the question nests
Within itself, a fractal paradigm.

Enlightenment lurks in confusion’s shade,
While ignorance basks in wisdom’s light,
The master’s staff and jester’s blade
Both cut through illusion’s darkest night.