Nothing Moves

(inspired by Sengzhao)

Senses are never defiled,
Since things don't ever abide,
Nor is there anywhere a place
Where anything comes, goes, or stays.
The one speck of dust in the eye,
This singular thought of an I,
Is an unestablished concept,
So just don't reject or accept.
Give or take, hold fast or release,
Searching in stillness for some peace
Is a futile self-amusement,
As there is nothing but movement.
Every moment ungraspable,
Run to or from, so laughable.
Look at this thought and see right there:
It's already gone who knows where.