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
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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.
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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
Wonderful
Thank you 🙏
YES! Lovely poem full of “reflection” in more ways than one. <3
Thank you, Roughwighting. There was a sneaky blow at the end! But it said ‘dulled’ rather than ‘dull’. An important difference!
As writers we know the importance of the right word!
Astonishing, the criticality of it, Pamela.