The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.
Rabindranath TagoreLet my doing nothing when I have nothing to do, become untroubled in its depth of peace, like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.
Rabindranath TagoreThe music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.
Rabindranath TagorePoems On Life: Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love. Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole. Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.
Rabindranath Tagore