On golden wing she glides.
still within the stillness.
Her heartbeat that of Nut, the sky
Unloved, unnoticed save by those
whose time it is to die
Between the lattice of time
Before the notion of cause
Within the will of the wind
Points the golden one downward
Childless, mother of the Walker
Strange beyond measure
Deeper than purpose
of thought of intent
Everywhere at once to those waiting
She emerges from time’s breath
And waiting is life
And living is death
And dying is birth
So she waits at the end of time
Alone, but she hungers
For the touch of a feather stranger than hers
For one who weaves silence with infinite grace
And will drive them,
spinning and screaming,
into the arms of the waiting earth
Steve Tanham, the Silent Eye, Land of the Exiles 2014
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Such a wonderful weekend: moving, transformational, funny and full of love. I shall always now associate this beautiful poem with our Nephthys. xxx
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Ah yes… it could not have been more beautifully spoken than by our Nephthys… a wonderful weekend, my Lioness xxx
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Reblogged this on ALIEN AURA'S BLOG: IT'LL BLOW YOUR MIND! and commented:
I shall be posting my piece about the wonderful Silent Eye weekend later, if I have time, but, for the moment, enjoy this beautiful poem, on Sue’s blog, which formed such an important part of the gathering of love and laughter.
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