A circulating seed
That knows no death
Finds purchase in the soil
Of spring’s awakened green
And in the silky, shortest night
Explodes. 

Born a child of solstice light
The summer’s lust for life
Embeds itself within
The coalescing heart of flower
To fall as seed returned

The forms of life are eaten
Baked and rolled 
As harvest yields tomorrow 
And bonfires mark the end of light
Casting free this single spark

Projected, angel bright
Into the heart of darkness
A half-turn yet to come 
Where thunder fails to kill 
the dark beast of Creation
Asleep in sodden Earth

And throughout this
Awakened, we may witness
Each movement, kiss and mate
With sandal, shoe and boot
A realised retort of Self
Sustained in singing summer’s flame

©Stephen Tanham 2021

Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.

www.thesilenteye.co.uk and www.suningemini.blog