"At the still point of the turning world...
there the dance is...
Except for the point, the still point,
there would be no dance,
and there is only the dance."
T.S. Eliot
I think of it
as the Swirling Radiance,
movement that never ceases,
ever arriving
from the last moment
of eternity,
the plundered second
of all that will ever be.
And you, here,
are at the midpoint,
the demarcation
of what has always been
and what is perpetually approaching,
your seeing is that which sustains,
carries forth,
enables.
You are the perpetual
witness,
heaven's link to time.
If you listen, you can
almost hear it swish
as it goes by.
Dorothy Walters.
Photo: Peter Bowers