Little Flute

18.1.10

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure.

This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

This 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 loses 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.


(Rabindranath Tagore)

2 Insightful Comments:

Claudia said...

I wish I could see the world the way Tagore or Rumi saw it... if only for a few minutes... to get that intoxicated with life, with everything...

peaceloveyoga said...

Oh my. I totally agree ...

 

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