Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is <br />beyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of day <br />and night; it is not of the earth. <br />But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time and <br />space, and it strives evermore to be born in the fruitful dust. <br />Heaven is fulfilled in your sweet body, my child, in your <br />palpitating heart. <br />The sea is beating its drums in joy, the flowers are a-tiptoe <br />to kiss you. For heaven is born in you, in the arms of the mother- <br />dust.<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lover-s-gifts-xliv-where-is-heaven-2/
