jai gurudev

Oh lord

For eons I longed for God,
I yearned to know him.
That's why he has come to me now,
deep emerald Lord of my breath.
O Syama, whenever your faraway flute thrills
through the dark, I say your name,
only your name, and will my body to dissolve
in the luminous soul

Jai gurudev……….

Jai gurudev……..

Jai gurudev…….."

spring days

Spring

By the murmur of a spring,
Or the least of leaves rustle ling,
By a daisy whose leaves spread love,
Shut when Titan goes to bed,
Or a shady bush or tree,
that could more infuse in me
Than all Nature's beauties can
In some other wiser man.
By her help I can also now
Make this churlish place allow
Something that may sweeten gladness
In the very gall of sadness--
The dull loneliness, the black shade,
That these hanging vaults have made
The strange music of the waves
Beating on these hollow caves,
This black den which rocks emboss,
Overgrown with eldest moss,
The rude portals that give light
More to terror than delight,
This my chamber of neglect

rabindranath tagore

Tagore's Poetry Teaches Us How to Love God

Rabindranath Tagore (May 7, 1861 - August 7, 1941) the bard of Bengal immaculately brought out the essence of Eastern spirituality in his poetry like no other poet. His spiritual vision, as he himself said, is imbued "with the ancient spirit of India as revealed in our sacred texts and manifested in the life of today."his poems were a real inspiration for the generation,it highly motivate whomever read his poems

Tagore's 'Gitanjali' or 'Song Offerings' contains his  English prose i.e translations of Bengali poetry was published in 1913 with an introduction by the Irish poet W. B. Yeats. This book won Tagore the Nobel Prize for Literature that year. Here's an excerpt from his introduction that helps us realize that "We had not known that we loved God, hardly it may be that we believed in Him…"

“Poetry is an imaginative awareness of experience expressed through meaning, sound, and rhythmic language choices so as to evoke an emotional response”

The Ubiquity of God in Tagore's Works

Yeats writes: "These verses … as the generations pass, travellers will hum them on the highway and men rowing upon the rivers. Lovers, while they await one another, shall find, in murmuring them, this love of God a magic gulf wherein their own more bitter passion may bathe and renew its youth… The traveller in the read-brown clothes that he wears that dust may not show upon him, the girl searching in her bed for the petals fallen from the wreath of her royal lover, the servant or the bride awaiting the master's home-coming in the empty house, are images of the heart turning to God. Flowers and rivers, the blowing of conch shells, the heavy rain of the Indian July, or the moods of that heart in union or in separation; and a man sitting in a boat upon a river playing lute, like one of those figures full of mysterious meaning in a Chinese picture, is God Himself…"

NOTHING IS WORTHLESS

NOTHING IS WORHTLESS

Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in our lifetime; therefore we must be saved by hope.

Nothing which is true or beautiful or makes complete sense in any context; therefore we must be saved by faith.

Nothing we do,however virtuous, can be accomplished alone;therefore we must be saved by love.

Though leaves are many,the root is one;

Through all the lying days of my youth

I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;

Now I may wither into the truth.

And believe to have faith in the supreme power and spread love and happiness all over.