Monday, April 3 — capricious weather + still early buds at the tips of trees = “Spring”
Rabindranath Tagore, a master of sacred presence, writes in today’s post, that tastes of wonder and courage and beauty and tenderness compete with gloom and restless edginess. Distractions lose connection with the deep down mystery. “Trust the mystery,” says Tagore, “even when trust feels out of reach.”
Have a blest weekend.
john sj
Today’s Post — Tagore # 38, in Gitanjali
That I want Thee, only thee–let my heart repeat without end.
All desires that distract me, day and night,
are false and empty to the core.
As the night keeps hidden in its gloom the petition for light,
even thus in the depth of my unconsciousness rings the cry–
“I want thee, only thee.”
As the storm still seeks its end in peace when it strikes against
peace with all its might, even thus my rebellion strikes against thy love
and still its cry is–“I want thee, only thee.”
Rabindranath Tagore
1861 – 1941
The Nobel Prize in Literature 1913