For fifty years I sought you
Beneath an ashen tree
And when at last I caught you
You were hiding behind me
➰
What jests your lips had whispered
As I darted too and fro
Till I lay down at the wayside
With nowhere else to go
➰
Quiet, your fingers touched me
Bidding stillness in their grace
Made soft with love the journey
By turning round the face
➰
The night of sight was ended
From this head that wore a frown
And the throne of Self lay open
As your palms displayed a crown
➰
Now my tiny kingdom’s hidden
Beneath a starry sky
But my eyes drink light forever
As the opening days roll by
➰
For fifty years I sought you
Beneath an ashen tree
And when at last I caught you
You were smiling back at Me
➰
©Stephen Tanham
Dedicated to Rumi, who lit the way…
i love this, steve –
Thank you, Ksbeth.
Beautiful, Steve.
Thank you, Jordis.
Beautiful <3
Thank you, Alethea.
A treasured poem. Seeking the Beloved, the Beloved is there all the time, no need to look for him to fell and see his Presence.
So true, Hélène, and thank you.
Wonderful Steve.
Thank you, Pensivity.
Nice!
Thank you, Eliza.
just like a silent flowing river.
Thank you, Obi.
You are welcome Steve.Have a nice weekend.
Beautiful Steve! 🙂
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