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 –
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Thank you, Ksbeth.
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Beautiful, Steve.
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Thank you, Jordis.
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Beautiful ❤
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Thank you, Alethea.
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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.
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So true, Hélène, and thank you.
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Wonderful Steve.
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Thank you, Pensivity.
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Nice!
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Thank you, Eliza.
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just like a silent flowing river.
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Thank you, Obi.
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You are welcome Steve.Have a nice weekend.
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Beautiful Steve! 🙂
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