The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.
Rabindranath TagoreThis little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
Rabindranath TagoreThy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.
Rabindranath Tagore