by Steve Tanham
Take me out in darkness
Where the only light is black
Like a railway platform leading
To the forms that end the track
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Let endless trains of thinking
Pass, ghostly, through the night
And cease their whistling thunder
In a silence turning bright
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Let what I am-not die there
On the empty, singing rails
As sleepers are run over
As tickets blown in gales
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Within St Stephen’s radiance
Let me feel the tingling dawn
And pay my all to face it
At the station of St John
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©Stephen Tanham 2020
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.
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Very potent and somehow uplifting poem, Steve… and I love that image!
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Thank you, Ladies! The photo is the end of our garden in a rare twilight at the weekend.
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That must be wonderful!
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
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Thank you, Sue x
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This is truly beautiful, touching and powerful writing, Steve. The image immediately floated over my consciousness, and I was transported back to my much younger years when we lived near a train track, and I used to have very odd feelings about the train when I would hear it at night, thinking somewhat the same way about those almost magical rails. Sometimes it would seem as though the rails themselves were moving along and the trains coming through were going backwards. It was the strangest thing to recall when I would wake up.Thank you for the beautiful piece. I really enjoyed the imagery.
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Thank you, Anne. It was provoked by the intensity of the photo – actually the end of our garden and our beloved ash tree.
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You are incredibly clever, Steve. Well done.
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Thank you, Robbie. Your comments are such a lovely boost!
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A beautiful and tender poem, Steve.
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Thank you, Diana. Means a lot 😎
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