Still Point

There's no still point
the whole world turns
each point within it
either spins about another
or all revolve about an
external point not found
at or in the middle
but out, beyond
where no thought lies
and not to think
of stability or
in-stability, no
point beyond the point
or within the point within;
rather no points at all:
then we're free to welcome in the
other whether he or she
from any realm or point may come--
in all their multiplicity--
single, one, persistent
tendering hope and
forgiveness that we should search
within or without for that
which in itself is place.

Rather look full-face into
the other haunted there
as we answer back a
caring kiss with
caring kiss and in the depth below
what else to know
where else to be?