Are we actually simplifying complexities or complicating simplicity?

Simplicity dwells in complexity,

And complexity is just tangled simplicity

In the designer’s intelligence.

Both dance hand in hand.

The meaning we choose to perceive,

The connect we choose to establish,

The intention we choose to deduce,

At a point in time

Can make it irrefutably simple

Or irrefutably complex to understand.

The simple truth holds all the complex potential

In an untangled arrangement.

The very arrangement is fodder for imagination

For continuity in ingenuity.

In the momentum of thoughts,

The complex gives birth

To new pathways in the patterns,

Promoting in the propelling

A curiosity in exploration

Of simplifying the confounding complexities.

History is replete with stories

Of complicating the simple truth

Of the being… in the boggling for answers

In refuting and relegating

Our beautiful ball of blue.

This Circle of nature was assumed

Once as square in shifting perspectives.

Meaning perceived in perspective dimensions, 

Unfolding with the understanding of that era,

Moving on in time to deconstruct the construction

Of breaking down codes of assumption,

Of restructuring in the resurrection,

Of recognition and the refuting

To understanding the circles of yin and yang,

The dance of polarity,

The duality of nature,

Death and birth

As part of the circle of oneness

Of life and living.

The simple resides in the complex.

The complex is just simple turned upside down.

Perhaps as the humankind increased in numbers,

The simple was too profound

To answer the multitude of mulling thoughts.

In different directions

Due to the innate nature of man

To wonder in awe

And thus, the simple no longer seemed simple.

To solve the emerging enigmas,

Delving into the simple,

Intelligent design was questioned

In scientific temperament,

In philosophical propositions,

Until creativity created connections

And new expressions in the exploration

To deduce, deduct and denote

Infinite patterns of potential,

Making sense of uniqueness in the self-similarity

As the irrefutable simplicity of it all.

In the search for answers

To simplify the complex

Or to complicate the simple,

Many paths present themselves.

Every path is infinite in possibilities.

The question is are we ready to walk the path,

And what we evolve into while walking the path of choice.

In search of simple truths, we encounter the magnitude of complexities underlying simplicity. Simplicity elegantly serves itself, but the paradox of simplicity is in the complexities of finding meaning and accepting such simplicity as the ultimate truth of being. 

Savvy