| = 29th of April|
Corina Gina Papouis
|...a beautiful day, a beautiful text... a bridge between yesterday and tomorrow, awaiting the moment to come, celebrating the moment that passed,...it's all about that chase! |
| = Thank you, Corina.|
|Corina, the keen eye, your valuing of the lines above and the sympathetical understanding of the poem really means a lot to me.|
| = your poem|
|reminds me of Tagore's tone, only you are more settled while his heart was burning for the love of God. Nice work|
| = A very small gift to you, Sim.|
|Dear Sim... I'm so glad you enjoyed what I've wrote!|
I also like your poetry and your presence is always very soft and reassuring.
This is my gift to you:
"I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power - the path before me was closed,
and the time came to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new land is revealed with its unbelievable wonders."
Tagore - "Closed Path"
| = Dear Ada|
|I cannot but hope I am worthy of your gift and words. Thank you so much!|
Here is something for you; I meant this along the same lines.
And as I learn I beg of Thee
do not reveal what lies ahead
for the road is long
and I may forget
but give me eyes, good strength, and wit
for what is growing at my feet
as on my journey that's what makes me stumble