Tuesday, March 4, 2014

still point

At the still point of the turning world.
 Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards;

at the still point, 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 still point,
There would be no dance, 

and there is only the dance.

From Burnt Orton, The Four Quartets , T. S. Eliot

(via mieke willems: plantlife)


podso said...

We had a coffee house at our college called Still Point.

Bonnie said...

Must be a reminder of Eliot.
Wonder if it is still around.

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