March 10, 2007

This Love

Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes: thus
begins the record of our hearts.
It is the moonlight night of March; the sweet smell of henna
is in the air; my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland
of flowers
is unfinished.
This love between you and me is simple as a song.

Rabindranath Tagore


Irving said...

Ah, love! The Tagore poem is simply beautiful :) The lovely moon photo calls to mind the recent Darvish post, which you might enjoy:

Peace and Many Blessings!

anonymous julie said...


isaiah said...

Ah! Thank you-

Jon said...


1blkquill said...

the poem is beautiful and the moon, compliment the vision of perception. Love it!

Here and Now said...

very nice!