As equals and peers
Birth is no guarantee
Nor is it a curse
Carved from fate
We resist
Carved from destiny
We choose our path
And leave behind us
Legacies
Of flesh bound creatures
With spirit within
We are unable to escape
Nor escape any wrath
But soon we learn
Life is temporary
But existence is eternal
Our lives are fuel
Our bodies burned
And our ashes fall
Seeding life hereafter
Despite our imperfections
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.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
T.S. Eliot
