Here's a very short poem about battle or riding the waves... that doesn't actually mention waves or chaos for once:
Casting Pebbles
Each pebble,
Under your foot,
Is meant to be there,
Holding together
The path of your life.
Kick a single pebble,
And find the path
Has changed its course.
(such inevitable change)
Yet with a careful eye,
You may spot jewels,
Along the path of life.
Find rubies and emeralds,
Unique, enduring gems,
Tossed and captured
In your invariable wake.
KLF (11/13/2006)
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