Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted. — Rabindranath Tagore
‘Let me light my lamp,’ say the star, ‘and never debate if it will help to remove the darkness.’ Before the end of my journey may I reach within myself the one which is the all, leaving the outer shell to float away with the drifting multitude upon the current of chance and change. —… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge it into the deepest fullness. Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe. — Rabindranath Tagore, from “Brink of Eternity,” Gitanjali: Song Offerings. (Digireads.com January 1, 2005) Originally published 1910.
From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire. The gleaming vision flits on. I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray. I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek. ― Rabindranath Tagore, from “15,” The Gardener. (BookSurge Classics May 1,… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars. ― Rabindranath Tagore
I would ask for still more, if I had the sky with all its stars, and the world with its endless riches; but I would be content with the smallest corner of this earth if only she were mine. —Rabindranath Tagore, “V. I Would Still Ask For More ,” Lover’s Gifts. (Rupa & Co. January… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore