Tagore

Today’s Poem ~ The Child Angel

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The Child Angel

Tagore

Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child,
unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.

They are cruel in their greed and their envy,
their words are like hidden knives thirsting for blood.

Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child,
and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the
forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.

Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the
meaning of all things, let them love you and love each other.

Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my child.
At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower,
and at sunset bend your head and in silence
complete the worship of the day.

 

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Today’s Poem ~ Stray Birds (no. 43)

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Stray Birds (no. 43)

Tagore

“THE fish in the water is silent,

the animal on the earth is noisy,

the bird in the air is singing,

But Man has in him the

silence of the sea,

the noise of the earth

and the music of the air.”

 

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Today’s Poem ~ My Song

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My Song

Rabindranath Tagore

This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.

The song of mine will touch your forehead
like a kiss of blessing.

When you are alone it will sit by your side and
whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd
it will fence you about with aloofness.

My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.

It will be like the faithful star overhead
when dark night is over your road.

My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.

And when my voice is silenced in death,
my song will speak in your living heart.

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Today’s Poem ~ Impossibility

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Impossibility

Rabindranath Tagore

Asks the Possible of the Impossible,
“Where is your dwelling-place?”
“In the dreams of the Impotent,”
comes the answer.

 

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Today’s Poem ~ Still Heart

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Still Heart
Rabindranath Tagore
When I give up the helm
I know that the time has come for thee to take it.
What there is to do will be instantly done.
Vain is this struggle.

Then take away your hands
and silently put up with your defeat, my heart,
and think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still
where you are placed.

These my lamps are blown out at every little puff of wind,
and trying to light them I forget all else again and again.

But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark,
spreading my mat on the floor;
and whenever it is thy pleasure, my lord,
come silently and take thy seat here.

Today’s Poem ~ Give Me Strength

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Give Me Strength

Rabindranath Tagore

This is my prayer to thee, my lord—strike,
strike at the root of penury in my heart.

Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.

Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.

Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.

Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.

And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.

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Today’s Poem ~ Light

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Light
Rabindranath Tagore
Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light,
heart-sweetening light!

Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life;
the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.

The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.

The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling,
and it scatters gems in profusion.

Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling,
and gladness without measure.
The heaven’s river has drowned its banks
and the flood of joy is abroad.

I ~ Tagore

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I 

Tagore

I wonder if I know him
In whose speech is my voice,
In whose movement is my being,
Whose skill is in my lines,
Whose melody is in my songs
In joy and sorrow.
I thought he was chained within me,
Contained by tears and laughter,
Work and play.
I thought he was my very self
Coming to an end with my death.
Why then in a flood of joy do I feel him
In the sight and touch of my beloved?
This ‘I’ beyond self I found
On the shores of the shining sea.
Therefore I know
This’I’ is not imprisoned within my bounds.
Losing myself, I find him
Beyond the borders of time and space.
Through the Ages
I come to know his Shining Self
In the Iffe of the seeker,
In the voice of the poet.
From the dark clouds pour the rains.
I sit and think:
Bearing so many forms, so many names,
I come down, crossing the threshold
Of countless births and deaths.
The Supreme undivided, complete in himself,
Embracing past and present,
Dwells in Man.
Within Him I shall find myself –
The ‘I’ that reaches everywhere.

Today’s Reflection: Patience

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Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it. ~ Tagore

Beggarly Heart ~ Tagore

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Beggarly Heart
 
Tagore

 When the heart is hard and parched up, 
 come upon me with a shower of mercy. 

 When grace is lost from life, 
 come with a burst of song. 

 When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from 
 beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest. 
 
 When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, 
 break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king. 
 
 When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, 
 thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder.

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