Rock of Ages

Agnostic spirituality

Rock of Ages

For the rock of ages to ever roll,

It must first learn to be still,

For it to create any sound,

It must know to be silent.

Consider the lilies of the field!

They toil not, nor do they spin!

They try not nor do they do not,

Steadfast they bend in the wind!

Bending, they stand their ground!

Flexible, they somehow stand tall!

Straight as a rod, they are all bent;

Somehow bent, stand all the taller!

Somehow freely rooted, to the spot;

Rising above, all may yet lie below!

Humble, they manage to rise above!

Humble, they become so much more!

Uttering, unspeakable silent echoes!

Meandering in circles never moving!

Muttering shadows reflecting lights!

Softly silently singing to themselves.

Somehow bowing, forever stand tall!

Somehow dancing, never having feet!

Standing tall, somehow always bow!

Dancing never having lifted their feet.

Making noises never making a sound!

Moving without ever going anywhere.

Silently murmuring, to the multiverse!

Singing songs, without any real lyrics!

Playing music, bereft any instruments.

Laying down, yet all lift each other up.

Springing up while they remain rooted!

Swaying without ever budging an inch!

Forever rooted, yet reaching for the sky.

Opening up all yet remain closed books,

Closed, yet, an open invitation to us all.

An enigma without any actual mystery!

Casting invisible reflections of shadows.

The unseen light seen within every heart!

The unheard silence, all can hear echoing.

The invisible light shadowing everything;

The invisible light, illuminating shadows.

Dancing all around, still they go nowhere!

Dancing in place, still they get somewhere!

Inanimate animation of unbounded energy!

Poetry in motion all dance without moving.

Though mute sing inside our universal choir!

Somehow moving they're as still as any rock.

Somehow doing nothing yet doing something!

Somehow living on eternally, even as they die!

Somehow yet living and dying simultaneously.

Somehow immortal remaining eternally young!

Doing nothing, nevertheless, change everything!

Seeing nothing, nevertheless witness everything!

Smelling nothing nevertheless respond to smells.

Hearing nothing, nonetheless respond to sounds!

Tasting nothing nevertheless possess great taste.

Feeling nothing, they respond to the slight touch!

Knowing nothing, appear to know what matters!

Touched by nothing, yet responding as if touched.

Warmed by anything, never requiring actual heat!

Languid shadows, amorphously melting horizons.

Aroused white noise assuages surrounding silence.

Dead silence, still chasing the memory of the light,

Chasing any light enveloping it before it can move.

Enveloping each sound before they'll make a noise!

Enveloping quiet hearts softly beating out of sight!

Enveloping every ray of light before it might move!

Unbound lost horizons lost forever, in the distance.

Unformed amorphous shapes abide on indolent fog!

The faces of God parade in everlasting wonderment!

Mocking shadowy reflections of our echoing silence.

Playing peek-a-boo games with no beginning or end.

From deep inside the void, of an unknown ignorance!

Lost within the horizon down any road less traveled!

Where the forks in the road all start to look the same.

Knowing in our hearts what words will never express.

Knowing without knowing, yet sputtering once again!

Mock, mock, mockery of the victory of sudden silence!

The root of the willow going much deeper than others!

The purest silence enveloping me, like the rock of ages!

Dancing shadows eternally imploring me to join them!

While the tree above remains compassionately flexible.

The gravity of our Truth, eternally pulling us all down,

Inevitably, sooner or later, syntropically or whenever,

The greater context of our lives grounded in the truth!

Thus conquering each challenge, in one unified front.

The tap root is a metaphor for the one greater truth!

Reaching all the way to the very heart of the earth.

The Truth goes straight to the heart of any matter.

Even unspoken the One great Truth asserts itself!

While, the flexible tree above bends in any wind.

Combining the strength, of all heaven and earth,

The assertive truth abiding within the receptive,

Quite impossible to have one without the other.

We are sages, whenever peering inside our souls,

Down the path which we alone may ever travel,

Walking along, keeping our eye on the holy land,

Within which still abides the comfort of the ages,

Following me in loving silence wherever I wander!

Rock of ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee,

Let the waters raining down and hard work of hands,

Be of sin our double cure, cleanse us of all wrong doing;

Be for me my guiding light revealing the one greater truth,

Eternally rooted in the heart of the paradox of our existence.