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 no Towards.
Neither ascent nor decline.
Except for the point, the still point
There would be no dance,
and there is only the dance.
Thank you for your support of my ‘going on’. Thank you to all those who have sent cards, wrote emails, left FB comments and ‘likes’. At present, I’m ‘going on’ as the cook for around a month so I am not able to respond individually.