“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.”

T.S. Eliot The Four Quartets

The Roundabout and the Still Point

Under clear blue sky
in Central Park carefree
girls and boys hop
onto a roundabout and spin
into oblivion.

Aroundaroundaround
they go,
each rotation carrying them
away from the nascent secret
we conceal from them and ourselves:

the sky has fallen
yin has become yang.

Aroundaroundaround
we go
clinging and cleaving to roundabouts
forged by fear.
Our grip is slipping now
and we are falling
falling
falling
by default into that Still Point of is-ness
where we embrace the yang
until our yearning for yin
puts the sky back in place
and the children back
on the roundabout…

As for us-
Stay off.

© Rita H. Kowats
http://www.spiritualitywithoutborders.blog

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