Without movement and so not rhythmic
no change only a potential for becoming.
What colour does it posses?
Not known but it surely does not fade.
What sound does it make
other than constancy?
Throwing into stark relief
all of a different nature
Which do you say is the more real
the comings and goings
or stillness with serenity as its countenance?
And will you hone the mind so finely
that it may separate the two
and choose its dwelling place?
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stillness-11/
