The Gardener XVI: Hands Cling to Eyes
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger On eyes: thus begins the record of our Hearts. It is the moonlit […]
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger On eyes: thus begins the record of our Hearts. It is the moonlit […]
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond, Have you forgotten the little chile, like the […]
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds, impatient flowers, before The winter had gone. Glimpses of the unseen comer reached […]
Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines! I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with These […]
Things throng and laugh loud in the sky; the sands and dust dance And whirl like children. Man’s mind is […]
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day Runs through the world and dances in […]
I long to go over there to the further bank of the river. Where those boats are tied to the […]
In one salutation to thee, my God, Let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet. […]
The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long. I came out on the chariot […]
Are you a mere picture, and not as true as those stars, true as This dust? They throb with the […]
My love, once upon a time your poet Launched a great epic in his mind. Alas, I was not careful, […]
‘Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?’ ‘It was my master,’ said the prisoner. ‘I thought I could […]
Day after day, O lord of my life, Shall I stand before thee face to face. With folded hands, O […]
This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like The fond arms of love. This song […]
The road is my wedded companion. She speaks to me under my feet all Day, she sings to my dreams […]