by Steve Tanham
For fifty years I sought you
Beneath an ashen tree
And then at last I caught you
Hiding behind me
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What jests your lips had whispered
As I darted too and fro
Till I lay down at the wayside
With nowhere else to go
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Quiet, your fingers touched me
Bidding stillness in their grace
Made soft with love the journey
By turning round the face
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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
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Now my tiny kingdom’s hidden
Beneath a starry sky
But my eyes drink light forever
As the opening days roll by
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For fifty years I sought you
Beneath an ashen tree
And when at last I caught you
You were smiling back at Me
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©Stephen Tanham
Dedicated to the Sufi philosopher, Rumi, who lit the way…
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