End of the Line

Take me out in darkness

Where the only light is black

Like a railway platform leading

To the forms that end the track


Let endless trains of thinking

Pass, ghostly, through the night

And cease their whistling thunder

In a silence turning bright


Let what I am-not die there

On the empty, singing rails

As sleepers are run over

As tickets blown in gales


Within St Stephen’s radiance

Let me feel the tingling dawn

And pay my all to face it

At the station of St John


©Stephen Tanham

Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit teaching school of modern mysticism 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.