For fifty years I sought you…

The Silent Eye

For fifty years I sought you

Beneath an ashen tree

And when at last I caught you

You were 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 Rumi, who…

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