T.S. Eliot-Eric Fesmire

I have always liked the poet T.S. Eliot. I found a poem that, I think, was mentioned in Landscapes of the Sacred , here is a section of that and some of my thoughts on it.

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. 

This part of the poem seems to be talking about a point in time a "still point" I cannot think of a better way to describe a spiritual experience in place than a still point. Many of the stories we have been reading seem to talk about a supernatural peace that marks a spiritual experience. This still point is not really found in time, but outside of it. Stepping outside of time for a moment of stillness is a very attractive thing for the busy Westerner. I think that is part of the attraction of the mountains and national parks in America, a quiet still place to get away from everything.