The Seeker Poem by jan oskar hansen
The Seeker
This flowing idea of pure love
not our squalid affairs that end
in recrimination, mutual hatred,
damned lies and jealousy;
to be grain, water and yeast,
nourishing food, to unlimited
give unconditional love, clear
as the mountain’s stream;
if I could have a crumb of that
vision it would cleanse, what
has been a luckless love life,
and I will gladly die tomorrow.
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