Friday, August 23, 2013

this little flute of a reed

little flute

thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. this frail
vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

this little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales,
and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

at the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in
joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

thy 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

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