Tranquil Chaos

I like to live in the sound of water,
in the feel of the mountain air.
A sharp reminder hits me:
this world is still alive;
it stretches out there shivering
toward its own creation, and I'm part of it.
Even my breathing enters into this
elaborate give-and-take, this bowing
to sun and moon, day or night,
winter, summer, storm, still --
this tranquil chaos that seems to be
going somewhere, this wilderness with a
great peacefulness in it, this motionless
turmoil, this everything dance.