Perhaps we are all wired

With hidden volts so high they hiss

With cables that endure-

The filaments of gods

Mapped, secretly, to only one

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Is the source touched, still?

Their coded hissing telling this?

Their presence in our sky

So long established, that

They are no longer seen

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Sing, shimmering wires

Remember the exiles

And bring back melodies

And words to trigger hearts

From the days of us

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Hiss, divine light-stream

Break down my walls to love

Blow what I am amongst the meadows

Of Summer’s parting joy

And call forth the seeded knowing.

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©Stephen Tanham

Stephen Tanham is a director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit organisation that helps people find a personal path to a deeper place within their internal and external lives.

The Silent Eye provides home-based, practical courses which are low-cost and personally supervised. The course materials…