Who knows which way-less-taken lies beyond the stile
The openings of now, unnumbered, mapped in dew
Unfamiliar potentials – whispers in the icy wind,
Cry ‘untrod, unheard’ alone in wandering air
Yet one of them, clear with rising light, will claim the right
To be tomorrow…
©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
The ever-mysterious tomorrow… was there ever a more promising word?
Most certainly, Jaye! But the power is in the now…
I know, but some of us need to think about tomorrow, Steve…
Quite, Jaye! But by then the ‘now’ will have caught up with you 😁
Tomorrow never quite gets here though, does it. Maybe that’s why I like it…
Chuckles…. I’m surrendering at this point, Jaye!
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