Category: Silent Eye School

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Eleven

The sand was wet under our bare feet. Alexandra insisted on taking my hand and leading me into the shallow waves that lapped at the muddy beach. With her rolled-up suit trousers and my similarly shortened jeans, we must have looked quite a pair. I looked at her and laughed, “You’re doing this because I mentioned waves?” “I’m doing this because whatever you’ve done, … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Eleven

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Ten

“Tell me about the ‘wave’?” Alexandra asked, excitedly. “I get the idea of the now, though I think that’s something we all take for granted; but the wave sounds like something to be discovered, something fundamental to existence . . .” I sipped my coffee and looked back into those excited, bright eyes, and considered how to fill her with the sense of joy … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Ten

Between the Heartbeats

Between the heartbeats Between the heartbeats there is A silence that would deafen Should you Be there.                —— Between the heartbeats there is A polarity of coming into Being That lacks only the Eye that sees.                —— Between the heartbeats there is An intent that waits … … For You, … Read More Between the Heartbeats

Eye to Sky

Eye to Sky From daffodil which fades and bends Through old stone walls and moss Between the furrowed opened soil And green restored from months of loss Till sky pulls eye to distant peak Where arc of fading snow Bisects on high the world of eye from world of I, below. ©Copyright Steve Tanham, 2015

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Nine

The space between us had changed. I smiled as I sat down next to the tall latté waiting for me in the coffee shop opposite the roaring spring sea which was doing its best to reclaim the old seaside town. “You knew, didn’t you?” Alexandra asked, in a question that wasn’t. “Knew that the sun in the one-tree would change things?” “I did,” I replied, … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Nine

Gyre, Gimble and Ancient Egypt

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. She gyred and gimbled down the steep slope of the hillside; full of music, laughter and the generally infectious good will that is the core of Ali – she of the golden heart, and one of the heroines of the River … Read More Gyre, Gimble and Ancient Egypt

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Eight

She leaned forward, and at the same time, took a large swig of her coffee. I had seen her do it many times; it signalled that she was about to launch her enquiry. “Home” I said, softly, completely ruining her build-up. “How did you–?” she laughed, there was little sign of the irritation that would have accompanied my impolite gesture back when we first … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Eight

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Seven

“So the circle of stations on top of your cheesy cylinder are the outermost layer of something?” Alexandra was in fine form. Outside the coffee shop, the first real day of spring-like weather was in full flow, despite the early hour.  We had decided to celebrate this visible end of winter by sitting outside. I had bought the coffee. Alexandra had brought us a … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Seven

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