by Steve Tanham
It’s little more than a hillock
A green slope, with mist
Until the sky rips open
And something unseen
Reaches down
To ink a drawing of
The possible
Then mind, seizing itself
Creates the living tree
©️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 
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you, Jaye 😎
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A wonderful description of a perfect moment…
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Thank you for that. Jaye. I wanted something with a lot of ‘now’ in it, a punchy thing…
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I rely on Nature for all my ‘punchy’ things…
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Such a great palette!
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An intriguing poem, Steve.
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Thank you, Robbie. Meant to provoke – in a good way! 😎
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And it did, Steve.
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
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Thank you, Sue x
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Fabulous photo, Steve x
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Thanks, Sue x
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So beautifully put 💜
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Thank you, Willow 😎
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Well pointed poem. Love it, and i a always wondering about the many thoughts a image can give. Thank you! Michael
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Thank you, Micheal. I agree, the right image can truly inspire!
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