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
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I was in heaven when I took a lunchtime walk around the capital grounds in Richmond, VA and found this vibrant flower bed. It was hard to focus in on just a few blooms, so you’ll probably see more of these in future posts. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.