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Distant Time
I know not from what distant time
thou art ever coming nearer to meet me.
Thy sun and stars can never
keep thee hidden from me for aye.
In many a morning and eve
thy footsteps have been heard
and thy messenger has come
within my heart
and called me in secret.
I know not only why today
my life is all astir,
and a feeling of tremulous joy
is passing through my heart.
It is as if the time were come
to wind up my work,
and I feel in the air a faint smell
of thy sweet presence.
GITANJALI
The song offering
Rabindranath Tagore
Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light,
heart-sweetening light!
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~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
LIGHT
"Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!
Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre 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."
GITANJALI
The offering songs
Rabindranath Tagore
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. " ~ Rabindranath Tagore
Press L
তুমি আমায় ডেকেছিলে ছুটির নিমন্ত্রণে,
তখন ছিলেম বহু দূরে কিসের অন্বেষণে ।।
কূলে যখন এলেম ফিরে তখন অস্তশিখরশিরে
চাইল রবি শেষ চাওয়া তার কনকচাঁপার বনে ।
আমার ছুটি ফুরিয়ে গেছে কখন অন্যমনে ।।
লিখন তোমার বিনিসুতোর শিউলিফুলের মালা,
বাণী যে তার সোনায়-ছোঁওয়া অরুণ-আলোয়-ঢালা–
এল আমার ক্লান্ত হাতে ফুল-ঝরানো শীতের রাতে
কুহেলিকায় মন্থর কোন্ মৌন সমীরণে ।
তখন ছুটি ফুরিয়ে গেছে কখন অন্যমনে ।।
তুমি আমায় ডেকেছিলে ছুটির নিমন্ত্রণে (শ্রাবণী সেন)
Don't forget to hear the song.
I LAUGH
when I hear that the fish
in the water is thirsty:
You do not see
that the Real
is in your home,
and you wander
from forest to forest
listlessly!
You do not see
that the Real
is in your home…
pânî vic mîn piyâsî
Here is the truth!
Go where you will,
to Benares or to Mathura;
if you do not find your soul,
the world is unreal to you.
pânî vic mîn piyâsî
pânî vic mîn piyâsî
pânî vic mîn piyâsî
-Kabir
-Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
Kabir is a Light in my life. Though he lived hundreds of years ago, his poetry kindles my heart over and over to remind me that the joy of who I am never comes from the outside because this idea leads us to wander away from who we really are inside. Just imagine the great download we have received as to who we are. Are we define-able by skin color, by religious belief, by income, education, gender, political ideology or geography? Are we measurable by height, intelligence, fashion sense, the timing of our text responses, how many likes we get on social media? Does it really define us if we rent or own our homes, if we are single or married, if we have children or if we eat meat or do not eat meat? The wealth of who we are shines in our eye, moves us to love and fills us up with creativity, compassion and understanding. Kabir reminds us that just like fish can forget that they are swimming in their Abundance, so do we. We journey through our lives to come Home again and again in this Truth. In those monumental moments of realization, we can almost hear this Ancient Love Warrior Poet laughing with us.
A drop
Melting into the sea,
Everyone can see.
But the sea
Absorped
In a drop —
A rare one
can follow!
Kabir
another version of this same idea:
www.flickr.com/photos/oceanviewganga/7252158036/in/album-...
Such splendor illuminates a deathlessness
hidden in the everyday by our senses' limits.
----Rabindranath Tagore
Springtime flowers like Narcissus not only add colors and fragrance to this world, but perhaps even make people smile too:-)
Taken at Stanley Park, Vancouver, B.C. Canada
The same stream of life that runs through the world
runs through my veins night and day in rhythmic measure.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust
of the earth into numberless waves of flowers.*
~Rabindranath Tagore
"The moon shines in my body,
but my blind eyes cannot see it:
The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me;
but my deaf ears cannot hear it.
So long as man clamours for the I and the Mine,
his works are as naught:
When all love for the I and the Mine is dead,
then the work of the Lord is done.
For work has no other aim
than the getting of knowledge:
When that comes then work is put away.
The flower blooms for the fruit:
When the fruit comes, the flower withers.
The musk is in the deer,
but it seeks it not within itself:
It wanders in the quest of grass."
-Kabir (13th Century Ecstatic Poet)
(Translation by Rabindranath Tagore)
…After rereading the “World House” speech by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr:
nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/peace/laureates/1964/king-lec...
The poem by Kabir and the words of Dr. King complement each other and light a way for the us to recognize a world family and realize that the small definitions of ourselves will no long serve a transcendant vision of love and unity. They both point back to the limitless capacities within each of us. This artwork is dedicated to the child of Light that shines on and on out of our very Being.
Why I love this poem: Blog
***ADDED NOTE: I'll be flying out west for a couple of weeks so I will catch up with you when I get back. Love to you all!!!!
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my Sunset sky."
-Rabindranath Tagore
At Sukhna Lake, Chandigarh.
Getting some images published, receiving some awards, writing some photography related article for magazine, called upon as mentor 'n judge, doing some commercial assignments, exhibiting 'n selling prints, … but this was altogether a different experience when my images were selected for a performance representing poems & letters of our legendary Rabindranath Tagore … what more do I need?! … very blissful experience, indeed.
It’s a performance on Rabindranath Tagore’s Poems & Letters by Louise Coigley, accompanied by Rachel Miller on flute and my images of India displayed on backdrop screen, resonating each poem & letter … followed by my introduction as photographer and words of appreciation about my photographic work!
Read about our legendary Rabindranath Tagore here
Louise Coigley is an Independent Speech and Language Therapist. Kindly, refer to her excellence @ www.lisntell.com
Rachel Miller is spellbinding flautist. Kindly, see her @ www.sonictales.co.uk/
see other image tobe PRESENTed here.
If you are somewhere near Ruskin Theatre, Emerson College, Forest Row, East Sussex, RH18 5JX, England; and if you can manage, I invite you to attend the show on Wednesday 29th June 2011 evening, 7:30 to 8:45pm.
Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songs brush us, pass us, give us delightful shocks.
Then peradventure there's a flash of lightning: whomever I see that instant I fall in love with.
~Tagore~
"Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain
or usher storm,
but to add color
to my sunset sky."
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
Well, I double checked and today is, indeed,
National Handwriting Day . . . so wanted to post one more doodle
from my husband's handwriting journal!
Hope you have a chance to click on his A below!
Upasana Griha ,Shantiniketan-India : This prayer hall was made of several colored Belgium glasses with marble steps on all four sides, by Rabindranath Tagore's father in 1863. During evening service, candle is lit around the prayer hall, and it wears a magnificent look in flickering light. Prayers are held on Wednesday.~~Wikipedia
She had the lead role and
stole the show and our hearts
every minute of every day we were together.
Still unpacking from our spectacular trip . . . . . but the memories will linger forever.
oh, my precious little rock star!
oh my . . .
“Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
This Ghanta Tala or Bronze Bell is under a huge banyan tree and resembles a gateway to a Buddhist Stupa.Taken at Shantiniketan-Kolkata,India.
"Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf."
-Rabindranath Tagore
“This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which is his soul; the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom.” - Rabindranath Tagore
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. - Rabindranath Tagore
More Rabindranath Tagore Quotes and Sayings
Picture Quotes on Living Life Fullest
Top 25 Romantic Hotels in the World
Original photo credit: Gabriela Piwowarska
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love,
O beloved of my heart -- this golden light
that dances upon the leaves,
these idle clouds sailing across the sky,
this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.
The morning light has flooded my eyes
this is thy message to my heart.
Thy face is bent from above,
thy eyes look down on my eyes,
and my heart has touched thy feet. *
*Rabindranath Tagore
Paper Collage by Jane Bickford, Columbus, Ohio
“Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
Paper Collage by Jane Bickford, Columbus, Ohio
“In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
On our recent trip to Michigan, we first stopped in Ohio to visit our dearest friend, Jane Bickford.
90 years young, she continues to construct at least one piece of art every day in her series of torn paper collages. Jane has macular degeneration which, obviously, has not stopped her passion to create.
Each original measures 8" square, and to date, Jane estimates she's done thousands of these treasures!
Rabindranath Tagore was a Bengali polymath. He was a poet, visual artist, playwright, novelist, educationist, social reformer, nationalist, business-manager and composer whose works reshaped Bengali literature and music in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. He became Asia's first Nobel laureate when he won the 1913 Nobel Prize in Literature…. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabindranath_Tagore
Long back, in early 1960, I made a sketch of this great man which is already uploaded to flickr by my daughter ... you may like to click
www.flickr.com/photos/72677183@N00/21057473/
Made to Explore : #422
Santiniketan was made famous by Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore, whose vision became what is now a university town (Visva Bharati University) that attracts thousand of visitors every year. Poush Mela is characterized by the live performances of Bengali folk music, especially the baul music. It includes folk songs, dances and tribal sports. This fair offers a perfect insight of true heritage of the state. The students of Shantiniketan present their magnificent performance and make this festival more enjoyable and glamorous.
Images of Bengal.
Related video link - ishare.rediff.com/video/others/poush-mela-in-shantiniketa...
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” - Rabindranath Tagore
Soon the dark will spread her wings.
The golden light will be lost in the evening sky.
Your body's fragrance comes floating in the air,
in my ears there is murmur of moving waters,
your hair flies in the wind and touches my face.
With faint heart and tired frame,
once again I shall ask you impatiently,
"Where are you? Come and touch me once".
You will say no word and I shall not see your silent smile.
~Tagore~
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Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!
Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre 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. *
*Rabindranath Tagore
GITANJALI
Sometimes I find it uncanny how a recent image, taken quite spontaneously,
can represent feelings I may later experience.
This morning I feel sad, but we all have moments like that,
and it's good to be able to process such emotions.
“Gaiety is often the reckless ripple over depths of despair.”
~ Edwin Hubbel Chapin ~
“The foolish are like ripples on water,
For whatsoever they do is quickly effaced;
But the righteous are like carvings upon stone,
For their smallest act is durable.”
~ Horace ~
“These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours,
and not reach any destination.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
“Do not suppress it;
that would hurt you inside.
Do not express it;
this would not only hurt you inside, it would cause ripples in your surroundings.
What you do is transform it.”
~ Peace Pilgrim ~
“Become simple and live simply,
not only within yourself but also in your everyday dealings.
Don't make ripples all around you,
don't try to be interesting,
keep your distance,
be honest,
fight the desire to be thought fascinating by the outside world.”
~ Etty Hillesum ~
“The fish in the water are silent,
the animals on the earth are noisy,
the birds in the air are singing.
But man has in him the silence of the sea,
the noise of the earth and the music of the air.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
How often do we really study the *inside* of a sea urchin's shell?
Had it not broken, I wouldn't have seen such beautiful intricate details. Enjoy!
"Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf."
~ Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) ~
For six word story
Was at the Kolkata Book Fair 2011, with Bidisha and Pallav, when I saw this man browsing through a few books. Couldn't help but get captured by his charm. An old man contemplating over the ideas and probably thinking about new ones too... and it helps to look like the greatest Indian Nobel laureate as well.
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love, O beloved of my heart ---this golden light that dances upon the leaves, these idle clouds sailing across the sky, this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon on my forehead.
The morning light has flooded my eyes---this is thy message to my heart. Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes, and my heart has touched thy feet.
~Tagore~
Gitanjali
Explored - March 22nd.