by Steve Tanham
Mystical poetry: 87 words. A one-minute read
A blade of grass, a hand, a way
To shadows on a path that say
There’s truth here to be found
♾
The sky above, so blue
The sound of birds so true
The kiss of evening’s sun in tree
♾
All say, but not together
But when together, shout:
Any thing can speak to you
♾
Whose eyes are open…
Whose fingers touch
Whose ears can hear.
©Stephen Tanham, 2021.
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, A journey through the forest of personality to the sunrise of Being.
Beautiful 🙂 x
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Thank you, Carol. Happy Easter ❤️
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Happy Easter to you, Steve 🐰🐇🐣
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Very beautiful, Steve. Wishing you a happy Easter.
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Thank you, Robbie. A Happy Easter to you and your family x
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Such a beautiful yet unusual image, Steve. Those shadows on the path are weird!
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Aren’t they just, Jaye! That’s what inspired the post. And the sun in the tree at the top, like fruit. I found the whole experience very ‘Easter’. Thank you x
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It almost looks like the tree is clasping the sun, and those shadows are like a statement. Perfect for Easter, as you say. I hope it was a good one for you and yours.
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Beautiful, Steve, words and photo 💜💜💜💜
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Thank you, Willow ❤️
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Always a pleasure 💜
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