by Steve Tanham
The idea of life after death is a familiar notion. Nothing illustrates the inner and outer principles of this as well as the birth of a butterfly… We’ve all seen it and marvelled. In the rays of the sun, the most exquisite creature emerges from the shrivelled husk of its cocoon, flexes and dries its wings in the warming rays, then changes the place … Read More Teachers called Butterflies
by Steve Tanham
©Stephen Tanham 2021 Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
by Steve Tanham
©Stephen Tanham 2021 Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
by Steve Tanham
Captured now in golden lightDay’s writing ending with a blazeA tale of green turned brown then goldAs fading Sun shapes dark to holdThese chapters in the nightThese precious children of the days. Enduring Queen of night enfoldsYet only feels, where light revealsWhat softer muse will hold till morningAnd reaching to awaken thisDelivers from her mouth the blissOf summer Sun’s new dawning. ©Stephen Tanham 2021 … Read More Books of Green and Gold
by Steve Tanham
The heat, it must have been the heatThat teased and turned my stepsThat stepped a different thrust and beatA moan of limbs on fire where once were feet. The green, it must have been the greenThat cooled me in a light I’d never drunkThat drank me in a way that drew a sighSurrendering to what, before, I had not seen.Into the trees; I went … Read More Green Fingers
by Steve Tanham
The heat, it must have been the heat That teased and turned my steps That stepped a different thrust and beat A moan of limbs on fire where once were feet. The green, it must have been the green That cooled me in a light I’d never drunk That drank me in a way that drew a sigh Surrendering to what – before, I … Read More Green Fingers
by Steve Tanham
As May neared it’s end, we were beginning to despair in this most northerly part of England. Record cold and wet weather for the entire spring had dampened our Covid-reduced spirits to absolute emotional zero… Then something remarkable happened. As though the intensity of the late warmth and light had to quickly compensate for what hadn’t happened so far, summer burst forth. And the … Read More Still Light: the paths of June
by Steve Tanham
Within a world where atoms part This golden glory, rich like silks Is accidental art Whose numbers are not seen Made beauty only by our minds With insubstantial form and finds ➰ But let me share my secret truth That nowhere is that pattern lacking The heart of life’s delight And say: when dulled mind looks on this Content with art’s deflection It finds … Read More Until tomorrow
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by Steve Tanham
There are some moments when you just know that a seasonal tide is turning. It’s not often that they are capable of being recorded. This morning, I stepped out of the house, carrying the recycling, to find the brightest, most energetic cloud I’ve seen for months. It was ‘climbing up’ the sky behind the larch trees and seemed to be accelerating in a way … Read More Turning Tides
by Steve Tanham
It shouldn’t be happening. Bowness-on-Windermere swans are notoriously aggressive, and yet these two are approaching me as though I were another swan. I’m not, obviously. But I am in the water with them. Why this is taking place needs some explanation… We live a short drive from the shores of Lake Windermere. Our collie needs a decent daily walk, and the park areas around … Read More Approaching delight
by Steve Tanham
As January lets go its dark and icy grip, passing us, with a smirk, into the often colder clutches of February, the marginally lighter mornings contain surprises that are harbingers of the spring to come. (440 words. A three minute read) One of these is what I have come to think of as the ‘winter morning moon’. Often quite high in the sky, the … Read More Winter’s Morning Moon
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by Steve Tanham
Drama comes in many forms, but those forms can be accentuated by the rigours of Winter (250 words, a two-minute read) The estuary to the west of Arnside has an ancient feel, and is filled with dramatic shapes and foliage. In Winter, some of these can look primeval, and the natural desaturation of colour caused by the lower levels of light play to the … Read More Winter walks with camera (6) : the shape of drama
Sun in Gemini 
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