by Steve Tanham
Standing here I feel as though my life Were a rising of sap An ascent of mind and heart A hissing of vitality, akin to steam ➰ From earth I am drawn To organic arising Within a perfected tree Which nourishes my Imperfections ➰ Until, old and swaying With faded crumbling leaf Stubbornly past its fall My substance golds then fades And, once again, … Read More Becoming Air
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye “Hindsight,” wrote my friend, “has twenty-twenty vision.” It always seems that way, when we think back to what we could have, should have said or done. The witty retort, the other alternative…the thing we did not think of at the time… the course we ought to have taken instead of the one that we took… Thinking about it, though, perhaps hindsight … Read More 20/20 vision
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Image: mweweringPixabay It was just nine o’clock… I had potentially nine hours of healing sleep ahead of me and, as I’d been struggling to stay awake all day, I fully intended to use them. I was shivering, so I had, very sensibly, warmed the bed before getting in. I snuggled down in silent darkness and in…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Stuart France:
* It is clear that every ‘great philosophy’ is, no more and no less than, the confession of its author. To explain how a philosophy’s highest flung claims have been derived, therefore, we need only ask, ‘what really makes its author tick?’ The desire to know, is not, then, the Mother of Philosophy. For, look, here one desire, and…
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by Steve Tanham
We were lined up against a stone wall – a very old stone wall. Forty ‘mystical pilgrims’ stood in the intense humidity of the entrance chamber to the Great Pyramid, dressed in simple robes; robes that had been used earlier in the day for a ritual baptism in the ancient inland waters of Lake Moeris. Lake Moeris is linked to the water-based initiations of … Read More Being here…
by Steve Tanham
The January Tree — Stripped bare of Summer meaning Leaving only wood to sway I wait, endure, while others pass Along this rocky way ➰ Your feet are fast and fluid While mine are mired in earth Your thoughts too fast to capture While mine are simpler truth ➰ Come spring I will awaken Then will you stop again? To see the youngest … Read More The January Tree
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye The half-light of a winter morning swallows the stars, revealing a world frosted with white. The dog, redefining the phrase ‘global warming’, lays across the threshold, letting the heat escape from my comfort zone. Cold seeps in, reality nips at my fingers and mind. The seasons meet on my threshold; only a transparent veil of glass separates me from the winter. … Read More Beyond the glass
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
We regularly share the stories of our workshop weekends on these pages. What is impossible to share on these pages is the sense of warmth, the laughter and the camaraderie that attends these weekends. Those who come along are not all members of the Silent Eye… in fact, the majority are not. It is not a…
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye “At what point should we expect the contact with the universe to become deep and personal?” The red-haired man in the corner had asked the question. He always sat in the corner of the talks and always asked a stupid question. I could feel my lips curl… As a field officer in this particular mystical organisation, I had the notional responsibility … Read More Deep and Personal
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