That Immovable Something

When confronted with

our emotional selves,

there is much that we can do.

We can laugh,

rejoice,

dance,

flee,

stomp,

weep,

dig in our heels and refuse --

so many options left to our whimsical decision!

Who can choose?

But somewhere beneath all

the hubbub,

below the shaky fault lines,

lies a peculiarly still, quiet

something

that will not flit or flutter

for anything or anybody.

Cacophony moves it not,

and we find

(to our increased distress or 

amazed consolation)

that when the drama of

reacting and emoting abates,

not much will have changed.

This peculiarly still and steady something

will have only

expanded its base,

widening slightly to encompass

our latest foibles and failures,

anchoring us yet more securely

in the fullness

of that which really is.