Transcending

When my old expressions died out,

on my lips they became a new song,

and welled up murmuring in my heart.

When my old path came to an end

it brought me to a new land.

Tagore

I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life.
What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight!
When in the morning I looked upon the light I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world, that the inscrutable without name and form had taken me into its arms in the form of my own mother.
Even so, in death the same unknown will appear as ever known to me. And because I love this life , I know I shall love death as well.
The child cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away, in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.

~Rabindranath Tagore
Gitanjali

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I somehow missed this very inspiring post.

I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life.
What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight!
When in the morning I looked upon the light I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world, that the inscrutable without name and form had taken me into its arms in the form of my own mother.
Even so, in death the same unknown will appear as ever known to me. And because I love this life , I know I shall love death as well.
The child cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away, in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.

~Rabindranath Tagore
Gitanjali

I am still enjoying this post.

Thank you yoko for bringing back this post, and thank you Sue for replying again.

Still enjoying this post. Thank you Inda.

I love the writings of Tagore.