Subterranean
Somewhere below the surface, where sunlight never filters,
and the forces are large, ancient and mostly subtle, it
takes
a million years to make a change -
Somewhere beyond the range of sight and hearing, a current
flows
like time outside of time and space outside of space,
a motion with a mute determination and grace -
Somewhere remote from expectations of nations and railroad
stations
that things have order and are predictable, there is the
stone core
of what remains stable, yet unstable -
We move like mice and motes, whole civilizations rise and
perish
as continents push up against each other’s edges, creating
Himalayas.
And even that takes a thousand ages -
We strive like a hive of bees to compete and complete and be
replete
with things like wealth and honor and ownership, and what a
trip
to think that beneath all of the conniving there is
something grand -
and more profound that will outlast every clever blast our
arrogance
may sound and remain untouched by the miniscule rule of men
-
A subterranean Zen -