by Steve Tanham
I will not tread upon your words
Whose worth is in these hills and lakes
Where golden flowers charmed the breeze
That carried you to greatness
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But armed with eyes of fingered glass
Which sense and frame intensity
I reach into the now of gold
To capture black’s propensity
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To frame in light what lies beyond
And host a soul that only
Reveals, concealed, the single light
Of daffodil that conquers lonely
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©Stephen Tanham
©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.
Sun in Gemini 
Beautiful image and writing. Thank you.
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Thank you, Anne 😎
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Love the photo and poem Steve.
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Thank you, Di 😎
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Loved the whole thing, but that last line really spoke to me.
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Thank you. Hopefully doubly applicable during the current crisis.
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Very much so!
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Thank you, ~M 😎
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Thank you! 😎
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