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Friday, May 14, 2004

Rabindranath Tagore's Fruit-Gathering
Where roads are made I lose my way.
In the wide water, in the blue sky
there is no line of a track.
The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires,
by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.
And I ask my heart if its blood
carries the wisdom of the unseen way.


posted by Chirayu @ 3:02:00 PM