I recently came across a beautiful piece of poetry by the wonderful Rabindranath Tagore. It is too long to share in its entirety, but this is the opening verse from his work entitled “Gitanjali”; so utterly profound in its beauty that I could not but share it with my blog followers. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
“Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
The little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loves its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill”.