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.

11 Comments on “Any thing

    • 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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  1. 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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