by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Some are old when they’re young, Some are young when they’re old And the years mark no more Than the passage of time. Where youth can be timourous, Age can be bold And its journey through life Runs from laughter to wine.
by Steve Tanham
The pre-born, living within Mother, but increasingly alive, knows only the dual world of She-and-me. The new-born, finding itself in an undefinable aloneness yet reassured by a Mother now separated, clings to her now-externalised warmth and nourishment. But a dramatic change has taken place. There is an imprinting within consciousness of separation and the key to the rest of life will be the question … Read More Freedom via Relationship #Silenti
by Steve Tanham
I remember the moment when I began to suspect that a new generation of ‘wire strippers’ were at large in our internet wiring. It was June 2016 – the month of the the UK’s Referendum on remaining in the European Union (EU). I was reading through postings by a good cross-section of my friends on social media. The opinion polls were showing that the … Read More Wire Strippers – Part One
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye Sent to me by Obi, a friend and Companion of the Silent Eye: “Let me Sue, tell you a traditional story on happiness from my people the Igbo of South east Nigeria as an example of how happiness can make one unable to do anything effectively. A young man after the traditional marriage formalities took home his wife, with happiness, just … Read More A laughing heart
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye Fragments of night rise from the road, scattering flecks of dawn on ebony wings. I watch the sun gild a horizon veiled in mist and see the earth blush at its touch. The morning song of birds drowns the sound of the engine as I drive through a green land that is waking to spring. It is only a few weeks … Read More Fragments of perception
by Steve Tanham
I should have known, I tell myself – as the torrential rain comes at me sideways and immediately drenches my black corduroy trousers, that it was going to be one of those days. Note to self: cords and heavy rain do not a happy camper make… Not that I’m camping. It’s a normal, February, Saturday morning in South Lakeland and the rain has … Read More Agents of the Deluge
by Steve Tanham
I remember my first journey into the world of being conscious of identification. I had been particularly struck by its description in the book In Search of the Miraculous by P D Ouspensky – considered to be one of the key works in the exposition of Gurdjieff’s ‘4th Way’; a path of psychological and spiritual self-exploration that caused great interest in the first half of the … Read More The Holes in the Boat -#Silenti
by Steve Tanham
Unremarked, now, I was the way Beneath which water flowed Too deep for market’s harvest Too deep for children’s naked feet Too deep to be the path ❊ Unremarked, now, the truth That ancient numbers wrought In circle-cousins’ arc Would span the deep And bring the bridging way ❊ And did, reflecting here That only dense and sheer resistance Of those dark materials Harvests … Read More Unremarked, now…
Sun in Gemini 
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