On these developing pages, I am hoping to let prose and images, poetry and¬†imagery speak for itself. How better to start than to quote TS Eliot’s view of this quest for the dance many of us embark upon:

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.

From Four Quartets – Burnt Norton II


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