This brought me to tears. Magnificent. I've been feeling the same deep longing, missing not just a person, but the exquisite rememberance of that shared unity, each memory of that love, the purity of that friendship, was really a reminder of my essential oneness with the beloved, a symbol in the form of a relationship. For me, that's partially or perhaps exactly what you're expressing, this divine relationship consumated in form, but then as you so beautifully put:
"And just when all hope of finding you
Was completely exhausted
Like a wave that had disappeared
Into dry sand
Irretrievably dissolved forever
You returned to me"
The realization that all love relationships without exception are truly a symbol of our own being, for the other is only a mirror.
To finally realize and feel that homecoming.
After this long and utterly heartbreaking journery, to finally come back home. To come back and find we never really left.
"But I know I will find you one day
I am sure of it
We will be together"
That's where I am still.
Searching for you in every form though I don't choose to do this, it just happens.
But here you are, again. Your words carry a poetic fire that stirrs my heart.
It reminds me of this poem by Rabindranath Tagore:
Unending Love
"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
Hi Zachary you are spot on, This offering is an allegorical rendering of the search for the Beloved lover - who is what we already are. So pleased it resonated with you. Thankyou for sharing the beautiful poem of R. Tagore - I have not seen it before & it echoes my sentiments in a beautiful soulful way - gorgeous. I write from my deep feelings & from personal life altering experiences . Many blessings -Sue ☆
Thankyou Jenni for your feedback - I appreciate it . I felt so empty after writing it - like there was nothing of me left!! Emptied of anything no longer necessary. I love what you say ' Dropped into the silence of the heart ' - beautiful ☆
Your words echo what sometimes dwells just beyond the physical touch, yet somehow is always there in a longing that co-exists. Beautiful touching poem!
Your poetry speaks to the deepest longing in all of us—the search for the missing piece we imagine exists somewhere beyond ourselves. Then, so gently, you turn the mirror around. What we were seeking was never absent; only forgotten. The final lines are profoundly healing because they dissolve the illusion of separation. Thank you for reminding me that the longest journey is often the one back to the heart we have always shared.
This feels like a love poem until you realize it is something even deeper.
I read it as the story of searching for ourselves everywhere else -in people, experiences, longing, even spiritual seeking- only to discover that what we were searching for was never truly absent.
"What I was looking for was always present. Never missing in the first place."
What a beautiful and tender reminder that sometimes the longest journey is simply the journey back to ourselves. 🫶
Apologies for the length of this comment.
This brought me to tears. Magnificent. I've been feeling the same deep longing, missing not just a person, but the exquisite rememberance of that shared unity, each memory of that love, the purity of that friendship, was really a reminder of my essential oneness with the beloved, a symbol in the form of a relationship. For me, that's partially or perhaps exactly what you're expressing, this divine relationship consumated in form, but then as you so beautifully put:
"And just when all hope of finding you
Was completely exhausted
Like a wave that had disappeared
Into dry sand
Irretrievably dissolved forever
You returned to me"
The realization that all love relationships without exception are truly a symbol of our own being, for the other is only a mirror.
To finally realize and feel that homecoming.
After this long and utterly heartbreaking journery, to finally come back home. To come back and find we never really left.
"But I know I will find you one day
I am sure of it
We will be together"
That's where I am still.
Searching for you in every form though I don't choose to do this, it just happens.
But here you are, again. Your words carry a poetic fire that stirrs my heart.
It reminds me of this poem by Rabindranath Tagore:
Unending Love
"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever."
Hi Zachary you are spot on, This offering is an allegorical rendering of the search for the Beloved lover - who is what we already are. So pleased it resonated with you. Thankyou for sharing the beautiful poem of R. Tagore - I have not seen it before & it echoes my sentiments in a beautiful soulful way - gorgeous. I write from my deep feelings & from personal life altering experiences . Many blessings -Sue ☆
I can't speak after reading this. It drops one into the silence of the heart.
Thankyou Jenni for your feedback - I appreciate it . I felt so empty after writing it - like there was nothing of me left!! Emptied of anything no longer necessary. I love what you say ' Dropped into the silence of the heart ' - beautiful ☆
Thank you, Sue, for giving us the real you in your writing and sharing.
Your words echo what sometimes dwells just beyond the physical touch, yet somehow is always there in a longing that co-exists. Beautiful touching poem!
Thankyou so much and happy it resonated with your deepest knowing ☆
Your poetry speaks to the deepest longing in all of us—the search for the missing piece we imagine exists somewhere beyond ourselves. Then, so gently, you turn the mirror around. What we were seeking was never absent; only forgotten. The final lines are profoundly healing because they dissolve the illusion of separation. Thank you for reminding me that the longest journey is often the one back to the heart we have always shared.
Thankyou do much and I am happy the words resonated with your inner truth ☆
This feels like a love poem until you realize it is something even deeper.
I read it as the story of searching for ourselves everywhere else -in people, experiences, longing, even spiritual seeking- only to discover that what we were searching for was never truly absent.
"What I was looking for was always present. Never missing in the first place."
What a beautiful and tender reminder that sometimes the longest journey is simply the journey back to ourselves. 🫶
Yes it is about the Beloved - the divine lover- our true essence ☆
Glad it spoke to you ☆
This is a beautiful poem expressing true love.
Thankyou Phylis glad it spoke to you ☆
Wauw
Thanks ☆
This is beautiful 🙏💕
Thankyou Darcy - glad it spoke to you ☆
Thankyou Darcy - glad it spoke to you ☆
....I often had an inkling....
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