garden

Today i had a day off, so i worked in the garden. Spring is so overpowering.
And i remembered a poem of one of my
favorite poets of all times: Rabindarnath Tagore (1861-1941). He is a beautiful link between east and west. I want to share this with you, please remind that garden is a metaphor for spiritual awareness.

On many an idle day have i grieved over lost time

from "Gitanjili"

On many an idle day have i grieved over lost time.

But it is never lost, my Lord.

Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.

Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts,

buds into blossoms and ripening flowers into fruitfulness.

I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagined all work had

ceased. In the morning i woke up and found my garden full

with wonders of flowers.

Waheguru, hidden in the heart of things...