We think we are standing upon solid ground,
But like the waves of the oceans,
It moves beneath
Slowly so slowly do we even know
That we are traveling
Even though we stand still.
The layers move,
Life is a wave that moves under the ground,
Motion in the motionless,
They swim underneath what isn't seen
Fertilising the ground.
We think that which is solid
But it is never solid,
Always moving below the ground,
We live on a place that never rests.
Ever changing
That which can be as liquid as water,
But then be as solid as steel.
An ever changing place we walk on,
A place that moves even though,
We think it is solid ground.