To give birth, to nourish,
to bear and not to own,
to act and not lay claim,
to lead and not to rule:
this is mysterious power.
Tao Te Ching
Translated by Ursula K. LeGuin
My meditation brought me here this morning. One momentous moment then it returned to the background. But with practice background becomes foreground. May it become so.
There is that space
between words and actions
Where divinity dwells.
It is 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 “Burnt Norton”
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