“The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor; but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali
Each one of us has a purpose in our life that we have come to fulfill
We spend so much time in trying to understand what it is
Yet like the bud, many of us have to opened up to it yet
Sometimes life throws subtle hints at what it could be
and we may spend much time preparing for the day we truly align with it
Blessed are those whose inner light has been lit
for they are truly singing the song they came here to sing.