Rabindranath Tagore

The great truth

The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great silence.
~ Rabindranath Tagore

The beauty of Your creation

The beauty of Your creation is
painted in my interior as
a colorful Voice.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

Joy is Everywhere

And Joy is Everywhere;
It is in the Earth's green covering of grass,
In the blue serenity of the sky.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

A guiding angels like a submerged ropeller

I believe we are free, within limits, and yet there is an unseen hand, a guiding angel, that somehow, like a submerged propeller, drives us on.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

Death is not extinguishing the light

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

Serve was joy

I slept and dreamt that life was joy
I woke and saw that life was service
I acted and behold! service was joy.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

Love is an endless mystery

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

~ by Rabindranath Tagore

I came to rest at the altar of the stars

From the forest branches fading
        birdsong offered
Self-sacrifice to a huge silence.
Dark formlessness settled over all
Of land and water.  As shadows, as particles,
        my body
Fused with endless night.  I came to rest
At the altar of the stars.  Alone, amazed,
        I stared
Upwards with hands clasped and said,
        "Sun, you have removed
Your rays: show now your loveliest,
        kindlier form
That I may see the Person who dwells in
        me as in you."

~ The Borderlands - 9 - Rabindranath Tagore

I sought thee with my songs

Ever in my life have I sought thee with my songs.
It was they who led me from door to door,
and with them I have felt about me,
searching and touching my worlds.
It was my songs that taught me all the lessons I ever learnt;
they showed me secret paths
they brought before my sight
many a star on the horizon of my heart.

~ from GITANJALI by Rabindranath Tagore

While the song I came to sing remains unsung

I have spent my days
stringing and unstringing
my instrument
While the song I came to sing
remains unsung.
~ by Rabindranath Tagore
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