Sodden, like a soldier’s backpack
hauled across the final freezing mile.
The face of one determined
To outlive, within an icy smile.
A green chord, stroked arpeggio
Denied its solemn tone
But knowing minor E contains
The fire in flint and spark in stone.
The forest, bright with inner flame
Disguised in mud and weeping bark
Waits, silent, dripping, lost in time
A holding womb, a stilled and silent ark.
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©Stephen Tanham 2023
All photos taken and processed on an iPhone 12 ProMax.
Stephen Tanham is a writer-photographer and mystical teacher. He is the founding Director of the Silent Eye, which offers an emotionally-guided journey from personality to the awakening of realised personal Self and its world of Being.
http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog