30/10/2022
Monday morning musing… with a poem by Rabindrinath Tagore.
"Peace, My Heart"
Peace, my heart, let the time for
the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain
into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end
in the folding of the wings over the
nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be
gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a
moment, and say your last words in
silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp
to light you on your way.
The Bengal poet, Rabindrinath Tagore, wrote this poem as part of his cycle, "The Gardener." In this, he uses "peace" in the sense of finding peace in the face of impending death.
One of my first yoga teachers would often say in our yoga class, “die to this moment”. I used to think it was so morbid, until I realised the truth. In releasing that all we have in this moment, in fact we are dying in every moment. It’s actually quite enlightening. Thank you Louise Sears .arts 🙏🏽✨
yoga xo
