Until Tomorrow

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

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.

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