Nothing is carefree

Nothing is carefree

The illusion of abandon.

The splash of the Kingfisher

Is a source of wonder

But it is an essential

Component of nature.

Even the weed

Growing through a crack in the pavement

Is there for a reason

There will be more tomorrow.

It is the time of the season

For mathematics to flourish

In the design of life

The patterns of creation

The arc of the cosmos.

Warm to me.

It is in the nature of things

To be of interest

Not just in themselves

But in their interaction

With my intentionality

The irrationality of consciousness.

Whatever brought me to this

The process of living

The beauty of precision

The complexity of a snowflake

A spiders web

The individuality

Of every little thing of interest.

The unsolved equation

Is less unique than we might think.

When I set my sights on meaning

There is no end to it

Where would we all be

Without mathematics

And the impersonal,

Thankless,

Exactness of it.