by Steve Tanham
What secret value do I hold
That this – with dying seconds –
Bestows its once-glory on my eyes
And now on yours…?
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What is this act of seeing
That knits the view and viewer new
In such a way and with such love
They were not ever two but twin?
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And yet…
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And yet kaleidoscope of ‘it’
Mocks egoscope of ‘me’
For being tied to ‘here’
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‘It’, never the same, unparalleled
In its newness, laughs at my desire
To fix, as foe, my shifting self.
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This dance of eye and I is
Nature’s gift to smooth and soothe
The monkey-mind’s raw peril.
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When Self comes calmly knocking
Upon the cracks of it and me
To shatter Life assumed as matter
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Then let my arms be love and open
My mind surrender here and there
My heart, awake, stride free and far
Into the after-where…
©️Stephen Tanham 2025
Sun in Gemini 
A beautiful poem , photo and concept Steve 💜💜
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Thank you, Willow. That means a lot ❤️
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A pleasure Steve I found it very calming 💜💜💜
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I’m so glad! ❤️❤️❤️
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