Being Random Ramblings on the road to Who I Really Am, through Mind Forest to Awareness Fields, and a cordial invitation to anyone who recognises a landmark to sit and sup with me awhile in this little corner of Cyberville Inn, and share their journey from here to Here, from now to Now. Pull up a chair. You're welcome. There'll be dancing later:)
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
Still Dancin'
Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance. T S Eliot, Burnt Norton
2 comments:
Oh, Four Quartets. Have you read it in it's entirety, Harry?
My favourite poem ever. On occasion I read it out loud, in its entirety. It's a beautiful meal.
No, Sue, I haven't, and I really must. I had a friend once who did just that - read it out loud. I think it would be a great dietary supplement:)
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