Meaning of Being

Some think you are empty
smooth like marble,
no handles or ridges for hand-holds

saying: "seek outside."
Reaching into the blur
of a world that keeps moving
keeps changing, keeps shifting
getting closer, then farther away

Can you grasp it? Can you hold it?
Will it give you something
to hold on to?

Will it yield forth a place
for your rolling to rest
for these smooth marbles to stop
to find stillness, find being
besides death?

Grasp on, grasp!
You're slipping into infinity
but, you are, you have being

haven't you?

This being, this self,
this awareness
there must be something
something on the surface
some opening, perhaps, to inside?

Something, somewhere
to grab on to, to hold on to
to stop slipping, sliding, fading, forgetting
to be still in a moment
to be visible, to remember

Hold on, grab on,
just grasp it and be
if you can.