A Constant Turning

We spend a lifetime
looking for the steady and the reliable
the solid and dependable surfaces on which to build
our dreams of daily accomplishment
a life of substance that does not depend on circumstance
accumulation of the material
or pursuit of the elusive.
What is the rock-hard strata on which I can sink deep
the bearings of my being?
Loss
sorrow
grief and impatience
are my frequent companions
on this long and extended journey
this excursion into the variant and the unknown.
What I think is constant
may simply be passing slower than I can detect.
Where would I look to find the spot that does not move?
Some say look down between your feet
and do not take your eyes from that spot.
On that spot (while you do not see anything moving)
on that spot is the constant turning of the universe
spinning rotating 
hurdling through space
billions and billions of light years travel
starting in this spot
the beginning of dreams and visions.