For me, T.S.Eliot is the writer of time, of love, of spirituality, and of “the desert”.
He writes about the spiritual desert -“The Waste Land” – as he calls it in one of his most influential early works.

These lines were inspired by his poetry:
Movements of Time
I.
In a world of time
we must find a way
to bear reality
.
At a still point
descending deeper
than the twittering world
the silence rinses the soul
.
And the word is here
in the quietness of the desert
though assailed by shrieking voices
of temptation
.
Love remains the mover
primal
beyond time.

Eliot also writes about what he calls “moments of illumination”, as in this wonderful phrase (from “The Waste Land”):

“The heart of light” – the idea of a “timeless moment” inspired this:
II.
Sometimes
there is a timelessness
in a moment
.
That cuts deeper
into the mind
than the soul understands
.
And the spirit arises anew
forever now facing
a different direction
however unnoticeable.
Eliot sees both how life feels meaningless and empty for some, but he went on more and more to see how transcendence is possible:

My final poem for this post was inspired, like the other two, by “Burnt Norton” in Eliot’s wonderful work “Four Quartets”. There is a beautiful passage there about how the human body’s “dance” is like the movement of the stars, and I wanted to express this wonder about the order of the universe, notwithstanding how confusing life often is…
There is a pattern in the universe
the flow of the blood
the drift of stars
the seasons of the moon
.
We take our place in the dance
moving hesitantly
stumbling
.
But the dance goes on
lifts with its music
.
Moves our feet
with the rhythm of the heart.
~
T.S.Eliot died 4th January 1965.
~

Excellent inspiration. I will have to re-read this a few times.
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