Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads! <br />Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut? <br />Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee! <br /> <br />He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground <br />and where the pathmaker is breaking stones. <br />He is with them in sun and in shower, <br />and his garment is covered with dust. <br />Put off thy holy mantle and even like him come down on the dusty soil! <br /> <br />Deliverance? <br />Where is this deliverance to be found? <br />Our master himself has joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation; <br />he is bound with us all for ever. <br /> <br />Come out of thy meditations and leave aside thy flowers and incense! <br />What harm is there if thy clothes become tattered and stained? <br />Meet him and stand by him in toil and in sweat of thy brow.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leave-this/
