In T.S. Eliot’s poem, Burnt Norton, 1 of 4 poems from his Four Quartets, he writes, “At the still point of the turning world… there the dance is… Except for the still point, there would be no dance, and there is only the dance.” Eliot had interest and probably experience of Eastern philosophy. The still point is silence, not only verbal, but also mental. There the dance is at the silence. The dance of joy. The dance of bliss. The dance of one taste, of deep wellness. The dance of the natural mind of Buddha nature.
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, […]