[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy
Rabindranath TagoreThe human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.
Rabindranath TagoreWhere is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is beyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of day and night; it is not of the earth. But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time and space, and it strives evermore to be born in the fruitful dust. Heaven is fulfilled in your sweet body, my child, in your palpitating heart. The sea is beating its drums in joy, the flowers are a-tiptoe to kiss you. For heaven is born in you, in the arms of the mother- dust.
Rabindranath Tagore