Turbulence

In the dust of human beings,

     sees another tick of time,

     always certain in their goings,

     always starting yet again;

Each step that's taken brings time closer,

     to the vast and empty space,

     every action begets another,

     yielding only what lies ahead;

Today exists in all it senses,

     touch a moment that passes by,

     holding fast as life continues,

     getting closer and gaining ground;

Minds delusion steers each thought,

     in stone the man is reaching out,

     get ye grounded, get ye stable,

     what is just to bring change around;

For what purpose is each heart beating?

     in what body can feel it not?

     what begins at another's beckon,

     now arrives and goes around.