Where is the surface?

We are living in stillness
Yet forever moving
Never ceasing
To create time
In our lives
For important and unimportant
The line is thin
Often barely visible
It’s still there
But it often becomes blurry
The lenses have malfunctioned
And clarity is lacking
Like polluted water
The bottom
Can no longer be seen
Is the bottom the beginning
Or the surface where we see?
The surface almost always
Gets paid the most attention
Yet the layers create what
Really exists
Inside, down and out
A breath
Is in and out
The blood flows this way too
Inhale and exhale
Within the stillness
And in the creation
Of what is larger
The skin is thick
But the heart is soft
Ponder upon the good