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
It wasn’t his dream, but he was in it… But someone else was, too. He knew the other as ‘Kitten’: marked in the sky by the two eyes. Kitten watched all the time; she – how did he know it was she? – presided over this place. That much he knew… but nothing else. As long as he followed the furrows in the landscape, … Read More Wanton Whimsy: Test Pilot
by Steve Tanham
As a child, I found gateways to be magical places. I couldn’t verbalise why, but I knew that something happened when you walked through them. As adults, we can find richer meaning in them, recognising that, however simple, they take us into a different place. They stop us in our present tracks and make us do something slightly unusual to go through them. It … Read More The Magic of Gateways
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
The driver’s window was open. So open she wasn’t sure it had one. Parked in the sunshine at the end of a line of antique shops, it looked…alien. The message had been precise: she was to meet him here. The ‘small square’ turned out to be a parking space; almost exactly sized to fit the strangely exotic car. She felt a slight shiver. She … Read More Wanton Whimsy: Interview
by Steve Tanham
So… how are we going to ‘breathe with Pythagoras’? We will use the 3-4-5 properties of a right-angled triangle, translated into a breathing pattern. As we saw in the previous post, we know these are harmonic, and represent squares. If you followed the symbolism, you will remember that the sequence point-line-surface represents the emergence of the physical world; which is continued by the cubes … Read More A Union of Opposites (4-final) breathing with Pythagoras
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
He had lost count of the number of years they had been doing this… The envelope, marked with a promo sticker from a fictitious low-budget garden show, had arrived a month ago. It contained exactly seven clues. And then the words ‘Dress to Kill’. The rules were simple. Dinner would be served in the most unlikely location, chosen by the person whose turn it … Read More Wanton Whimsy: Find me!
by Steve Tanham
As a schoolboy, struggling with mathematics, the name Pythagoras struck terror in me. I remember staring at the hated formula below and thinking I’d never get it… In non-gobbledegook, the equation reads: (a squared equals b squared plus c squared). I can hear the teacher’s voice now, confident that everyone would find it intuitive! Outside, the summer was passing, yet there we were in … Read More A Union of Opposites (3) breathing with Pythagorus
by Steve Tanham
Unbearable, this song of lightThat ends the day before soft nightA gradient of blue to goldA harmony, exquisite foldsWill live its life in seconds toldContent to live and die, this domeThis perfect bowl of evening’s home Retains no anguish in the faceOf life as change and death as wroughtBy turning Earth in solar thoughtSo should I rise past ego’s fearEmbracing every moment’s splendourContent with … Read More First the loss, then the joy
by Steve Tanham
A monster beyond cool… I muttered the words into the sweet, black liquid which, four times a day, had become my substitute for life, and gazed out of Cafe Giacomo’s window and across one of the city’s busiest side streets. The bike snaking in and out of Rome’s afternoon traffic was huge…so big that I had to look twice at the slight body of … Read More Wanton Whimsy: Monster
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