| At the still point of the turning world
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| Neither flesh nor fleshless
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| Neither from nor towards
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| At the still point, there the dance is
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| But neither arrest nor movement
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| And do not call it fixity
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| Where past and future are gathered
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| Neither movement from nor towards
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| Neither ascent nor decline
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| Except for the point, the still point
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| There would be no dance, and there is only the dance
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| I can only say, there we have been
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| But I cannot say where
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| And I cannot say how long
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| For that is to place it in time
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| The inner freedom from the practical desire
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| The release from action and suffering
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| Release from the inner and the outer compulsion
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| Yet surrounded by a grace of sense
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| A light still and moving
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| Erhebung without motion
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| Concentration without elimination
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| Both a new world and the old made explicit
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| Understood in the completion of its partial ecstasy
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| The resolution of its partial horror
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| Yet the enchainment of past and future
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| Woven in the weakness of the changing body
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| Protects mankind from heaven and damnation
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| Which flesh cannot endure |