Tuesday, November 08, 2005

tagore or not to gore?



I slept and dreamt that life was joy.
I awoke and saw that life was service.
I acted and behold, service was joy.



-- Rabindranath Tagore
philosopher, author, songwriter, painter, educator, composer, Nobel laureate (1861-1941)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

i went out of my house
a drunkard came to me
someone whose glance
uncovered a hundred
houses in paradise

rocking and rolling
he was a sail
with no anchor but
he was the envy of all those sober ones
remaining on the shore

where are you from i asked
he smiled in mockery and said
one half from the east
one half from the west
one half made of water and earth
one half made of heart and soul
one half staying at the shores and
one half nesting in a pearl

i begged
take me as your friend
i am your next of kin
he said i recognize no kin
among strangers
i left my belongings and
entered this tavern
i only have a chest
full of words
but can't utter
a single one

ambar said...

thank you, anonymous