Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell and the floods came, and the wind blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. And the rain fell and the floods came and the winds blew and beat against that house and it fell and great was the fall of it.
Can you show me that which does not change?
What rock does not,
yield softly to the breaking apart
creating soil and sand?
We cannot build on name and form
but rather must find
that point where we can hear,
in the finest beach grain
and the largest mountain,
a single note echoing