by Steve Tanham
Perhaps we are all wired
With hidden volts so high they hiss
With cables that endure-
The filaments of gods
Mapped, secretly, to only one
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Is the source touched, still?
Their coded ringing telling this?
Their presence in our sky
So long established, that
They are no longer seen
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Sing, shimmering wires
Remember the exiles
And bring back melodies
And words to trigger hearts
From the days of us
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Hiss, divine light-stream
Break down my walls to love
Blow what I am amongst the meadows
Of summer’s parting joy
And call forth the seeded knowing.
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©Stephen Tanham
Stephen Tanham is a director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit organisation that helps people find a personal path to a deeper place within their internal and external lives.
The Silent Eye provides home-based, practical courses which are low-cost and personally supervised. The course materials and corresponding supervision are provided month by month without further commitment.
Steve’s personal blog, Sun in Gemini, is at stevetanham.wordpress.com.
You’ll find friends, poetry, literature and photography there…and some great guest posts on related topics.
Sun in Gemini 
We really enjoyed this poem, Steve, and Anita wanted me to tell you that she particularly loved the last verse…
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Thank you, Jaye. And give Anita a hug! xx
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Hug received! xx
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
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Thank you, Sue x
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Lovely, Steve! A glorious invocation of remembrance! 💗
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Thank you, Jordis.
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Beautiful and evocative. One can see the surge of power move through the veins.
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Thank you, Jan x
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Reblogged this on Stuart France.
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Thank you Stu.
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