Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.
Rabindranath TagoreThou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
Rabindranath TagoreNow it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
Rabindranath Tagore