There is a point where in the mystery of
existence contradictions meet;
where movement is not all movement
and stillness is not all stillness;
where the idea and the form,
the within and the without, are united;
where infinite becomes finite,
yet not losing its infinity.
- Tagore
What a great reality.I am touched by these wonderful poems of Rabindranath tagore posted by you.Thanks.
ReplyDeleteCdr G.Sriramarao,I.N(Retd)