still point

I.

For days it’s been a bit of song, singing to me from within, every time I ground myself.

The entire album lives in me. Forty years on, I still find its lyrics intensely relevant and its melodies and rhythms fteshly enchanting. Once one song plays, the rest are sure to follow. But for now, the insistent part:

At the still point of destruction

At the center of the fury

All the angels, all the devils

All around us, can't you see

There is a deeper wave than this

Rising in the land

There is a deeper wave than this

Nothing will withstand

I say love is the seventh wave

Songwriter: Gordon Sumner

Song: Love Is The Seventh Wave · Sting

Album: The Dream Of The Blue Turtles

℗ 1985 UMG Recordings, Inc.

I can't imagine not being nourished by hearing the full song. The wave is irrepressible. One might end up dancing.

https://youtu.be/bE_KHWbrjvc?si=Yi14kHYVbDs60hM6

II.

In my mind, a 1960 M. C. Escher is bound to the Seventh Wave lyrics. I used to have it on a t-shirt. Stained it, tie-dyed it, wore it to actual 1990s shreds. The detail when you zoom in is captivating to me.

Article about Escher and this piece:

https://escherinhetpaleis.nl/en/about-escher/escher-today/circle-limit-iv-heaven-and-hell

III.

And today, from @Amoda Maa:

“The still point is always here—beneath the surface noise, beneath the movement of thought, beneath the tides of emotion. It does not need to be created or attained. It simply waits, quietly, faithfully, as the ever-present ground of being.”

The opportunity I'm offered is to relate differently, more intentionally to the still point. So easy to fly, untethered, with the angels. Just as easy to sink, untethered, with the demons. So tempting to pretend I'm in a position to declare to any Other which direction is which, when in truth I'm often ass up and flailing myself.

Every fractal right down to the still point is a perpetually unfolding, pulsing spiral of motion. Change is the only constant. My illusions around grounding, solidity, centering--all are anchored in the eternal spiral of the dance.

Other than to share, I don't have a point. You'd have to find your own.

Thanks for reading.