2014-01-03 Gitanjali - Tagore

THE LOST AND THE FOUND – this is the stuff of the stories we’ve heard and we’ve lived from our earliest infancy. And all that we’ve “lost” terrifies and sickens us. And we somehow forget all the “found” that, remembered, we might be healed by. Such are the constraints of TIME. But not forever. Not forever. Over all there is “the deepest silence of the night” and a smiling there, and a whispering. And perhaps a somehow familiar song on the wind: “rejoice with me! – for that which was lost is found”. Again and again and again … whispering, smiling …

When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first splendour, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang ‘Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed!’

But one cried of a sudden – ‘It seems that somewhere there is a break in the chain of light and one of the stars has been lost.’

The golden string of the harp snapped, their song stopped, and they cried in dismay – ‘Yes, that lost star was the best, she was the glory of all heavens!’

From that day the search is unceasing for her, and the cry goes on from one to the other that in her the world has lost its one joy!

Only in the deepest silence of the night the stars smile and whisper among themselves – ‘Vain is this seeking! Unbroken perfection is over all!’

Rabindranath Tagore
Gitanjali – the 78th Song Offering

9 thoughts on “OVER ALL

  1. Happy New Year, dear Mary. I hope that you are well – I often think of the mutual exchange of all that’s life-giving between you and the people amongst whom you work – and am happy today to think that you have enjoyed these reflections – Tagore’s, and mine upon his xx

  2. Thanks Lori. It’s quite a thing to think upon shining “in their first splendour”. I think this to be the light deep within all of us, that never goes out, that’s never truly lost. This is love – always but a whisper, a breath, one might say, or a smile away “in the deepest silence of the night”. Thank you, as ever, for reading and encouraging x

  3. I suspect we all wish we could be a part of that perfect splendor, but then His message would be unclaimed. You are so right, we have the splendor deep within us thanks to Him. He awaits our decisions for what it means to us. All we have to do is choose Him and He’ll be with us always.

  4. Reblogged this on Teacher as Transformer and commented:
    This is a beautiful poem. It is a reminder, to me at least, the perfection of life somehow emerges from the imperfection of life. It is not lost. I need to be silent, listen more closely to my soul, and let it whisper of this perfection.

  5. Thank you for your thoughts for the community where I work, Simon. How lovely it is to be thought of! It’s a place where so very much has been lost. But in the devastation is wondrous new finding for the residents, their partners and families and for me. I am most fortunate to be there. x

  6. Many thanks Ivon. Yes indeed. The poets point us to that hard business of listening for the “whisper” don’t they? Though we respond so jumpily to it we tend to hear our own noise above all else. But not lost. That’s the thing 🙂

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