simonhlilly

If I can only stand still

Then all the competition shall fade away,

The last shall become first,

The first decay, and I shall remain.

If I can only stand still

As all sorrow and joy revolves about me

And blurs to time, and the time to eternity,

To one moment, and then that

To one who remained standing through it all.

If I can only stand still

The words shall come,

The truth and the prophecy

Will seed tremulous,

Hatch worlds

And pass away in wonder.

If I can only stand still

The fools shall stay silent,

The warriors grow tired of their excuses,

The rich find piety, the poor find solace.

If I can only stand still,

Give shelter to the small birds

And to the invisible weathers made of memory.

If I can only stand still,

The small light from the Pole Star,

Threading down my spine,

And only that one axis,

Held and held and finding peace there.

If I can only stand still,

Poised, regardless, rooted,

The vines solar, and the vines lunar

Winding up from my ankles.

Becoming rock, becoming mountain,

Becoming bark, becoming canopy.

If I can only stand still,

Place will become irrelevant,

Past, present, future

Roll up into a breath

And then not even that.

If I can only stand still,

It shall all be bestowed as a virtue,

As a beatitude, as a blessing.

If I can only stand still,

And not be this itching dust,

This hungry fire that must consume,

Consummate and move on, hungry still.

Made of dust and flowers,

Washed upon waves, sand sighed,

Sound sifted, shore-cast and motionless

With the roar of waves,

Unmoved, unrocked.