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April 30, 2016 + Consciousness, esoteric psychology, Mystery Schools, Silent Eye School, Spirituality, Uncategorized

Finding Gawain – Act Two

Finding Gawain – Act Two Gawain staggers from the castle of Camelot, the memory of the Green Knight’s bloody axe vivid in his mind as though the mere dropping of it onto the temple floor carried no significance, and its dark presence remains with him, still. Across the land he strides, stumbling and falling in the darkness, mouthing unintelligible noises as the full horror … Read More Finding Gawain – Act Two

April 28, 2016 + Consciousness, esoteric psychology, Mystery Schools, Silent Eye School, Spirituality, Uncategorized

Finding Gawain – Act One

by Steve Tanham

Finding Gawain – Act One The last of the sunlight has gone. The light of the torches flickers in the great hall. The Table Round has assembled for more Yule merriment, but the room has turned to ice. The giant, green figure rides on his equally mighty horse into the sacred space of Camelot’s inner chamber. It is a monstrous sight; a circle of … Read More Finding Gawain – Act One

October 2, 2015 + Ancient Landscapes, Silent Eye School, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Spirituality

The Lighted Life

by Steve Tanham

The Lighted Life ——- Gawain awakes beneath the tree That senses show has changed A star of dawn climbs bark and leaf And hovers in the cold, clean air Announcing greater changes lie beneath ——- A keening on the knowing breeze A darker taste upon the wind A fall of wispy, softer skies As kind October’s shorter days Play midwife games with knowing eyes … Read More The Lighted Life

August 3, 2015 + Arthurian Legends, Arthurian Poetry, Consciousness, Mystical poetry, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Spirituality

The Warrior’s Glade

by Steve Tanham

In the original stories of the Arthurian cycle, the summer and autumn journeys of Sir Gawain, during his year of waiting for death at the hands of the Green Knight, are little documented and left to our imagination. In this poem, the Knight rests in a glade and becomes enraptured by a flower that reminds him of the pentagram, his symbol. The depth of the … Read More The Warrior’s Glade