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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©️Copyright Stephen Tanham 2017