“Do not say, ‘It is morning,’ and dismiss it with a name of yesterday…See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.”
Tagore is my favorite poet. I never get tired of reading his poems, his jottings. In his words, there is an infinite source of spiritual wisdom.
I had come across his above quote many years ago, probably in school. I had interpreted it with my own limited understanding at that point of time. Few years down the line, I believe, I grasped its meaning more.
But recently a morning came, when, I think… I lived it.
Perhaps that day, I understood that quote in its entirety.
That morning, was unlike any other in my life. I wake up in a little wood cabin. Behind it was a small farm and in front of it was a vast meadow, grassy…
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