Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room. The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love. My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.
Rabindranath TagoreAnd it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.
Rabindranath TagoreThis little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
Rabindranath TagoreIn the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.
Rabindranath TagoreOne who has never known the turbulence of life, in whom the petals of the mysterious flower within have never opened; such a one may seem happy, may seem a saint, his single track mind may impress the multitude with its power - but he is ill equipped for life's true adventure into the infinite.
Rabindranath Tagore