"At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless. Neither from nor towards, at the still point, there the dance is. Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point."
T.S. Eliot
Happened across this beautiful poem in David Swenson's Ashtanga Yoga book after a wonderful practice and thought I would share.