The Stone

And the stone sinks deeper 
And deeper still,
Far beneath our understanding,
Far beneath our will.
Far beneath our fear,
Far beneath our might,
Far beneath our holding on to darkness,
Or to light.
Far beneath the churnings
Of souls throughout history,
Far beneath the known,
Far beneath the mystery.
Far beneath the finger tips
That endlessly strive,
Far beneath the dead,
Far beneath the live.
Far beneath your Jesus,
Your buddha, or your god.
Far beneath the comfort
Of the staff and the rod.
Further and further,
Beyond tears 
And the flood,
Beyond the pointless
Crying out of blood.
Beneath despair,
Beneath loss, 
Beneath pain.
Beneath numbness,
Bewilderment,
Beneath sane.
Down it drops,
Through all that obscures.
Yes, beneath all that we think 
Our wisdom procures,
Through dancing with life
And its multitude of charms,
Until it comes to rest
In the everlasting arms.