Category: Mystical poetry

Big Bubbles

Once there was an ocean A bright blue ocean That shone shimmering gold As its waves crested and fell And the bubbles danced with joy ➰ Then a bubble grew bigger And gathered other big bubbles We’re not bubbles they cried We’re a cluster of bubbles And they rose to the top of the waves And flew off into the bright sky ➰ Higher … Read More Big Bubbles

Somber not Sad

A second on an icy breeze A chill that fears no coat A fading colour unafraid Of its own transition floats ➰ From the order of formed green To the falling of bronze The collecting whisper Is the voice of the colder wind ➰ North of the east and south of the west Nothing turns bad Culling life-magic, living no death Is somber not … Read More Somber not Sad

Half day, half night, half nothing

Along the edge of darkness lives delight A silver, shining, running stream A place of soul’s respite Where questions rise unbidden And answers tease and tide from hidden A flow so all-embracing that the third: Not day, not night, is briefly seen. ➰ ©Stephen Tanham

The Blissed Hand

Like a flower the truth is swiftly hurt Perfection is the gentlest thing Touched only by inside seeing Fingers’ secret is caress Engaging deeper self A sacrifice to one alone Blissed hand holds essence of rose Its fading leaving room for another Its silence an invitation to a third ➰ ©Stephen Tanham

Harlequin Solstice

Harlequin solstice St John Kin A picture in the fading sun A race of fingers, digits Of solstice long earned Short departed ➰ How little How sadly You are understood Your music the struggle Of madness Made harmony ➰ Until this moment When kings detach your strings When single song Descends Towards the dark arms But brighter eyes Of St Stephen ➰ ©Stephen Tanham

Long Meg

  Lady of the northern light Your stone too old to reach Offset with spirals on your flanks With children circled round your banks Give us the grace to see you teach And under stars approach your sight ➰ © Stephen Tanham Stephen Tanham is a director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit organisation that helps people find a personal path to … Read More Long Meg

Azure Black Tango

It’s a slow, slow tango An explosion of deepest bright A passion written in held-back movement A surrender to the night That follows… ➰ As, soft within the darkness The folds of black reverse And singing not heard in daylight Is loosed upon the universe In perfect union. ➰ © Stephen Tanham Stephen Tanham is a director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a … Read More Azure Black Tango

Summer does not come…

Summer does not come at once Its grip on that which gives it birth Lingers… In glimpse and taste and smell With grind and crunch on dale and fell From frozen earth to green stalk’s birth It rises. ⦿ And in that rising is our eye Serene… Which sees the whole but touches part A joining of the mind and heart And knows in … Read More Summer does not come…

Blue Europa

Through ancient winter streets I trod My collar tight and scarfed below In February’s Ghent, where waits For travellers who’ve seen it all, a shock: A vivid blue on winter water show ➰ Reminding us that in this place Though old beyond our knowing Is found a will of restful blue A lesson, then, for those whose fear And hatred is their only growing … Read More Blue Europa

Orphans of Summer

Orphaned shoots of summer’s fullness Sway high in January’s blue Like gifted children graced with wisdom Defying winter’s hidden fury Escaping falsely changing hue ➰ Against the black we could not see you Yet, dancing in the violent storm Your gentle tips flowed round the deluge Untouched by night’s electric harm A younger magic, bold and warm ➰ But, come the day when icy … Read More Orphans of Summer

Here sits the poet, lost in rapture…

By wind and mere and rippled flow And water’s mirror, sunlight’s glow To farther hills whose skin embraces Touching sky with changing faces Who sees the round but loves the whole And wrestles with that spirit’s capture Here sits the poet, lost in rapture ©️Stephen Tanham Stephen Tanham is a director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit organisation that helps people find … Read More Here sits the poet, lost in rapture…

The Mind Tree

It’s little more than a hillock A green slope, with mist Until the sky rips open And something unseen Reaches down To ink a drawing of The possible Then mind, seizing itself Creates the living tree ©️Stephen Tanham Stephen Tanham is a director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit organisation that helps people find a personal path to a deeper place within … Read More The Mind Tree