Stillpoint

Stillpoint Place

.......at the stillpoint of the turning world,

neither flesh nor fleshless;

neither from nor towards;

at the stillpoint,

there the dance is

but neither arrest nor movement.

and do not call it fixity,

where past and future are gathered. neither movement

from nor towards

neither ascent nor decline.

except for the point, the stillpoint,

there could be no dance, and there is only dance.

i can only say, there we have been

but i cannot say where.

and i cannot say, how long,

for that is to place it in time.......

from T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets

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