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.
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