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Mark sent us an extract from
the poem 'Burnt Norton', by T S Eliot, one of the four poems that make up
his 'Four Quartets'..........
"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."


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with big love to
Angela
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Welcome
Come,
come, whoever you are.
Wonderer,
worshipper, lover of leaving.
It
doesn't matter.
Ours
is not a caravan of despair.
Come,
even if you have broken your vow
a
thousand times
Come,
yet again, come, come.
Rumi
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Love
after love
The
time will come
when,
with elation,
you
will greet yourself arriving
at
your own door, in your own mirror,
and
each will smile at the other's welcome,
and
say, sit here. Eat.
You
will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give
wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to
itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all
your life, whom you ignored
for
another, who knows you by heart.
Take
down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the
photographs, the desperate notes,
peel
your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.
David
Walcott
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