Summer struggles into Life
So many leaves to feed
Through soil still cold and branches bare
She fructifies their need
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Her power is fullness, often missed
Rotation is her pride
But neither spring nor golden fade
Describe her yearly tide
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A human barefoot on a beach
The water briefly kisses
He smiles – high water marks his mind
The greater truth he misses
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When mystics speak of higher things
It is no more than seeing
Profound, the change of view is glimpsed
And takes us deeper into meaning
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But Life which wears creation’s eyes
Perceives both edge and centre
Thus seeing what could not be seen-
By nature; now his mentor
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No straight-line marks the journey back
For he must learn his art
In taming mind which thinks itself
To be the greater part
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This tiny bubble self reflects
Reactions I think free
But stepping through this veil of film
Reveals they don’t belong to me
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Where golden mirror’s glow is seen
There is no edge to Being
And little me is swallowed up
In greater Self’s revealing
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This summer gold must be refined
And taught in present tenses
To see the Truth and speak its name
And open our defences
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And at the end what can I lose
What dread of that unseen?
For only me fears that abyss
For I, as we, have always been
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©️Copyright Stephen Tanham 2017
Lovely, Steve. x
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A very beautiful poem! I enjoyed it a lot.
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Thank you, Robbie. A subject very close to my heart.
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