81 <br /> <br />WHAT is this unseen flame of darkness <br />whose sparks are the stars? <br /> <br />82 <br /> <br />LET life be beautiful like summer flowers <br />and death like autumn leaves. <br /> <br />88 <br /> <br />HE who wants to do good knocks at the gate; <br />he who loves <br />finds the gate open. <br /> <br />84 <br /> <br />IN death the many becomes one; <br />in life the one becomes many. <br />Religion will be one <br />when God is dead. <br /> <br />85 <br /> <br />THE artist is the lover of Nature, <br />therefore he is her slave <br />and her master. <br /> <br />86 <br /> <br />'HOW far are you from me, O Fruit?' <br />'I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.' <br /> <br />87 <br /> <br />THIS longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, <br />but not seen in the day. <br /> <br />88 <br /> <br />'YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, <br />I am the smaller one on its upper side, <br />' said the dewdrop to the lake. <br /> <br />89 <br /> <br />THE scabbard is content to be dull <br />when it protects the keenness of the sword. <br /> <br />90 <br /> <br />IN darkness <br />the One appears as uniform; <br />in the light <br />the One appears as manifold.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stray-birds-81-90-2/
