Across the dappled grass I called you
Unhurried in the evening glow
To down your tools and stand before me
In simple presence, freed of stone
And learn the language of the slow
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No sadness that my solar fire
Conceals the fade of life’s profusion
Far more than this awaits the gaze
That lifts the veil of summer’s end
And sees beyond decay’s illusion
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I gaze at you who stares at me
Called by my petalled story
For in my flower, full spread for you
And in the art of mind and eye
Lies method to renew your glory
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No rite attends this start of fading
Save life is brought to nature’s peak
But hear the stillness build around you
As, caught, you lose the self you carry
And into my eyes your eyes speak
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Now lost in red and golden moment
A stolen silence takes its hold
Who gave his eyes sees face in face
Uniting they who formed and made us
Until our opening would unfold
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Across the dappled grass you called me
Unhurried in the evening Sun
To down my tools and stand before you
In simple presence, freed of stone
And learn the language of the One.
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©Stephen Tanham
