A chaos and an order – everywhere we see!

Chaos and order

A chaos and an order:

The natural tendency of the nature is a Chaosity. But, these tendency of Chaosity is being balanced by an order.  The order in nature is being created by an action of a force. The force could be an intention of being calm, purity, and peace. In a Life, I feel such a force of attraction which makes a chaos into an order. A peacefulness and calmness are natural characteristics of a soul of being.

We can see in the nature; a river flows from high to low levels of the ground. Dusts fill all the place no matter how many times we sweep over it.  A magnet can charge an iron rode whose molecules are in chaos by nature. Imagine an act of a farmer who ploughs a land for farming and grows crops for human food needs. The wild animals are being tamed for use in domestic purposes. A carpenter makes a beautiful wood designs from the woods of a tree.  Even the governments are formed to control the societies and their activities for the welfare of the people.

If we see how lives are created, how buds are sprouted and forms a flower. How a caterpillar transforms into a beautiful butterfly ; these extraordinary creation and transformation of lives are possible only in a controlled environment i.e by an order or alignments of all required ingredients into a giant visible matter.  All the required physical forces are aligned, oriented and acted in such a way to form a spiritual entry into a non living ingredients miraculously to form a living soul. This is just incredible to see how life forms into a body,  grows,  and cremated into an earth again.  A life exists because it has been fulfilling  all the required environment to survive. A natural tendency of a living beings in peace and calmness – an order, orientation into a direction or a destiny I suppose.

order
A beautiful transformation

 

In the morning, dew falls off pure and clean!!

Morning dew

In the morning pure crystal blue!!

In the morning, a dew falls off pure and crystal clean,

In surge of finding true meanings, thoughts blow up bleen.

Streets are quiet finding its meaning in good,

No one knows where this dead end glues.

Neither you, nor me could seek it through

Just a morning dews could make it hue.

Hues of complexity in purity,

Never have imagine it is true.

Dust above high sky, trying to make the sky blurred,

My clear eyes always there even to see even through the fur.