Life is a glorious spiritual journey for you. This is the common interest that bonds you so well to your BFF, Indian Poet Rabindranath Tagore. Like your friend, you prioritize your spirit and are regularly seeking our opportunities for peace — internally and externally (Tagore was an advocate of political progress and peace in his native India). Much of your time together would likely be built around patient discussion of your respective understandings of existence and truth. Pour yourself some light green tea, put on some gentle world music, and check out one of your bestie’s thoughtful poems on spiritual life.
"Brink of Eternity" In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my room; I find her not.
My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her I have to come to thy door.
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish ---no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge it into the deepest fullness. Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe.
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Mine is Rabindranath Tagore...
Life is a glorious spiritual journey for you. This is the common interest that bonds you so well to your BFF, Indian Poet Rabindranath Tagore. Like your friend, you prioritize your spirit and are regularly seeking our opportunities for peace — internally and externally (Tagore was an advocate of political progress and peace in his native India). Much of your time together would likely be built around patient discussion of your respective understandings of existence and truth. Pour yourself some light green tea, put on some gentle world music, and check out one of your bestie’s thoughtful poems on spiritual life.
"Brink of Eternity"
In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.
My house is small
and what once has gone from it can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
---no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe.