—-//—- 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:
Tag: poetry
SOFT PALE BLUES IN MACKEREL SKIESSOFT PALE BLUES IN MACKEREL SKIES
©Stephen Tanham 2023 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
Ship of Fools…Ship of Fools…
* “That scroll in your hand, pray tell, what is it,” asked the gentleman standing beside me? We had just completed the final ritual of Jewel in the Claw, a
Nightmare in BeziersNightmare in Beziers
In dream I woke and stood bewitched in Before a door of oak and cedar To hear a voice that played upon A song of keys, part lost, part won
Heart and Stone…Heart and Stone…
* Long after the tourists, On their metal way, Have come and gone, From Castle Keep… * Long after the last bits, Of scone have flown, From Pilgrims Inn… *
Flight of the Seer V…Flight of the Seer V…
* Any creative endeavour involves hazard. We are fortunate enough to work with an eclectic and talented bunch of souls which inevitably lessens that hazard. With our previous Workshop, Leaf
A new year begins…A new year begins…
Like the joy of the sea coming home to shore, May the relief of laughter rinse through your soul. As the wind loves to call things to dance, May your
Finding Gawain – Act FourFinding Gawain – Act Four
(image: detail from ‘The Garden of Earthly Delights’ by Hieronymus Bosch. Wikipedia Creative Commons) Finding Gawain – Act Four Reckoning… Within the forest there is a sense of reckoning. Plucked from
Finding Gawain – Act Three, part twoFinding Gawain – Act Three, part two
Finding Gawain – Act Three, part two By the time Gawain realises he had come back on himself, in a great circle of many day’s ride, he has lost all
WolfWolf
Run wild, run free and know the touch of wind upon your back Yet freedom’s totem knows it has a home within the pack. Part of a greater life,
StagStag
A silent power vigilant beneath the forest bough, No thought of past or future holds thine eye… only the Now. Part of an endless cycle of the life and death
MagicMagic
A silent given grace you seek to find Within the moonlit forests of the mind Where mossy doubt obscures the silver stream And clarity comes only in a dream Where
Healer’s Prayer by Chris KayeHealer’s Prayer by Chris Kaye
Healer’s PrayerTeach me how to laugh; mother, sister, daughter, friendThat I may keep the joy withinto share with those that have no joy of their own.Teach me how to weep;
SilenceSilence
In a silence broken only by breath Words lose their sound; Spill their essence on the pristine page Or curl in tendrils through a mind undone, Fleeing logic on wings
Hollow hills…Hollow hills…
This poem, written by Kathleen Raine, was one of the readings shared by the companions at the Mountains of the Sun weekend. We were seated atop an ancient long barrow,
Perspectives: River of the Sun 2015Perspectives: River of the Sun 2015
Eyes to see Faces in the Cave light glow… Ears to hear The heart beat Of radiant souls.
Twinned FlameTwinned Flame
Twinned flame I unfolded the black body of night to find light in the center. Warmth spun a silk cocoon around my heart, uniting the orange fire we share Twin