The sky pours its light into our hearts,
We fill the sky with songs in answer.
We pelt the air with our notes
When the air stirs our wings with its madness.
O Flame of the Forest,
All your flower-torches are ablaze;
You have kissed our songs red with the passion of your youth.
In the spring breeze the mango-blossoms launch their messages to the unknown
And the new leaves dream aloud all day.
O Sirish, you have cast your perfume-net round our hearts,
Drawing them out in songs.
Excerpt From: Rabindranath Tagore. “The Cycle of Spring.”
The sky pours its light into our hearts… what a beautiful, expansive beginning. It grabs your attention, imparting a feeling of serenity, imploring the heart to open, so that it can be filled with light.
We fill the sky with songs in answer… this invokes a feeling of prayer within. For when our heart has been opened, filled with light from the Grace of above, we tend to overflow with gratitude… which turns into prayer…
We pelt the air with our notes… and our gratitude knows no bounds, because, like love, the more we give of it, the more we are blessed, and the more we give…
When the air stirs our wings with its madness… and that is the beauty of giving – for what we get back in return, stirs the wings within our hearts even more, and a certain madness, a certain irrationality overcomes us – and we give even more…
O Flame of the Forest… and the flame in the ‘forest’ – the heart of nature, the heart of hearts, seemingly comes alive in spring, when renewal fires the land and
All your flower-torches are ablaze… in an explosion of color, and abundance of life comes forth, unhindered, unfettered, unleashed… and the cycle of life begins yet again…
Rabindranath Tagore has such a beautiful effect on the spirit. After reading this, it will be tough for me to look at the sky, to listen to a song, to feel the breeze… with anything but a deep sense of gratitude. How about for you?