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 its own reflection.
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2021