Friday, September 30, 2011

Tagore

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.

Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

We live in the world when we love it.

I will meet one day the Life within me, the joy that hides in my life, though the days perplex my path with their idle dust.
I have known it in glimpses, and its fitful breath has come upon me, making my thoughts fragrant for a while.
I will meet one day the Joy without me that dwells behind the screen of light—and will stand in the overflowing solitude where all things are seen as by their creator.

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