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