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What hollow world lies hidden
Within these solid forms,
Inviting me with eyes and mind to follow?
How would I live as leaf or twig
Or fruit as berry: thorn, if scorned?
A solitary round of life unknown but found.
Where would I find myself if self
Surrendered to this leave of flesh
To be enmeshed in natural and abiding weave?
Now hear the silent laughter’s peels
Through unknown trails, when green heart’s
Mischief ends in spoken soft enfolding:
‘We have never been apart’ –
The sweet and holding tones of One whose care
Has, selfless, furnished all my breathing.
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©Stephen Tanham 2023
Stephen Tanham is a writer, mystical teacher and Director of the Silent Eye, a correspondence-based journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog