The eternal dream

The eternal Dream
Is borne on the wings of ageless Light
that rends the veil of the vague
and goes across time
weaving ceaseless patterns of Being.

The mystery remains dumb,
the meaning of this pilgrimage,
the endless adventure of existence
whose rush along the sky
flames up into innumerable rings of paths,
till at last knowledge gleams out from the dusk
in the infinity of human spirit,
and in that dim lighted dawn
she speechlessly gazes through the break in the mist
at the vision of Life and of Love
rising from the tumult of profound pain and joy.

– Rabindranath Tagore, The Religion of Man, frontispiece.

~ by tdcatss on July 30, 2016.

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