Stillness and Motion

he remembers it less dimly just now, the dirt road, a yellowish, brownish blur, stretching from left to right, and right to left, just what are and just where are left and right? when he turns around, the whole idea of direction staggers and whirls around, the road melts down, contracts, then reappears somewhere near , straight in front of his brows, expanding and exploding on its sides, elongating leftward and then rightward, tapering downward, lengthening upward, rushing forward, fading away backward, with his eyes closed, he sees it more clearly, no left or right, up or down, just one haze, borderless, boundless and yet so finite, the union..of stillness and of motion !