An excerpt from FOUR QUARTETS, a poem By T.S. Eliot

I feel these verses sum up the wonders of the Craniosacral approach to healing.


I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope

For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith

But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.