At the 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.

       ~T.S. Eliot

At the still point…

We are neither running from nor to

We are standing at the head of an open road.

At the still point, we wait with trembling hands and feet.

We have laid a warrior to rest.  

Sleep in peace brave son.

At the still point we wait.

The road begins in a wide clearing, and there are paths stretching in all directions; 

little trails worn by others passing this way before us.

We are waiting. 

The sun is setting.   

In the morning, the sun will rise as it always does. 

At the still point we are neither winning nor losing

A burden, deep as worry, has been lifted.  

A grief, strong as love, remains.

An unfamiliar way lies ahead.

At the still point we wait.