beyond what stillness there can be

Still, like naught, I can be, 
at times when I reconcile
the entropic forces
that draw chaos
from what ever center I claim
in this moving terrain

that escapes every statement
I ever made,
the multiplicity
that undermines my singularity.

Still, but for only a moment,
and then I have to let go again
and merge
with this 
that sweeps me away,
pulls my feet and roots
from the trembling ground

and sends me off
to fly above the ruins
and crashing tides,
the cities and castles,
that could not be fortified
against the constant change
that is the opposite
of being still.

Yet sometimes I can reach through
and feel the harmony
beyond time and place,
the stillness
of what it is to stop.