The detail of the pattern is movement

The detail of the pattern is movement . . . . T.S. Eliot, Burnt Norton, Four Quartets (1943)

Herewith the concluding lines to Burnt Norton, the first of T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets:

The detail of the pattern is movement, As in the figure of the ten stairs. Desire itself is movement Not in itself desirable; Love is itself unmoving, Only the cause and end of movement, Timeless, and undesiring Except in the aspect of time Caught in the form of limitation Between un-being and being. Sudden in a shaft of sunlight Even while the dust moves There rises the hidden laughter Of children in the foliage Quick now, here, now, always — Ridiculous the waste sad time Stretching before and after.