Saturday, May 11, 2013


Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure.  This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

-- Rabindranath Tagore
(from Gitanjali)

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