by Steve Tanham
Don’t think that you
have seen this edge before
Don’t count the times
your boots
have walked
and crunched upon
its sands
——-
Don’t try to catch
the sleek caress
of countless grains of dust
Blown on a wind
that never
kissed your face
before
But now demands it must
——-
And,
walking tall,
stare into space
between the sky and land
And suffer Geb’s distress
At lust and longing
for his Nut
and know
eternity’s demand
——-
So dare to stride
between the lines
and with each passing mile
leave past behind
To gain a place
just out of time
to hang
in timeless space
a while …
——-
Lost in the vastness
of that sky
embrace your tiny fall
and by your truth
the reach of self
in spinning
sees it all.
——-
©Image and words, copyright Stephen Tanham 2015
Sun in Gemini 
I wish I could express myself as eloquently as you do, Steve…
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I suppose there is a mystical passion, there … a searching to bring the ‘real’ into the now. There’s an edge of pretension, there, too – which has to avoided like the plague! Thank you for your joint support of my creative endeavours. xx
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Beautiful poem! Sorry for the question but who is Jeb, and why distressed? And why is he endlessly craving a nut? I mean, if you’re going to waste, er, I mean spend your time craving things that intensely, how about chocolate?
I think it’s less distressing once you’re in the fall. Being on the ledge is much more frightening. Sometimes I remember that and jump immediately. Suffering only happens when you know you’re going to fall and resist it. So I just fall. They always catch me…
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Hello Eilis – loved the humour. Yes, ‘falling’ is an important aspect of trust, it would seem, and knowing how powerful its effects can be is important to our inner development. Perhaps the very act of ‘falling’ generates a massive act of inner attention, and that frees beneficial agencies … Now, where did I put that Cadbury’s fruit and but chocolate? x
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A very beautiful poem, Steve. And that image is stunning… where was it taken?
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Thank you, Ali. It was taken on the beach at St Annes, Lancashire, using a high contrast black and white filter.
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Looks amazing… something about wide open empty spaces.
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Simply stunning!
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Thank you Darren! Lovely that you liked it so much.
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