Rock
of ages
I
am being swept downstream,
wherever
the river takes me.
Ever
since I can remember,
perpetual
change and shift,
illusive
options, good and bad adventures.
Then,
in midstream I grabbed hold
and
climbed aboard a jutting rock.
And
I was overcome by the sudden stillness
after
a lifetime of flux and flow.
And
the clarity – from a view point
that
does not shift with the current.
Stillness
upon a rock in the mid-river’s roar,
without
past or future,
anticipation
or memory,
without
guilt or fear, only the quiet
solidity
beneath my feet.
O
child of God, as Bodhidharma proposed –
settle down where
there is no settling down.
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