As I, this blessed one, take leave to continue
my journey let these be my parting words:
I have thus far seen nothing
but the unsurpassable,
and tasted the hidden honey of this lotus
expanding in the ocean of light.
And in this playhouse of forms
so infinite, I have had my play
and I have caught sight of him
that is unendingly formless.
My whole body and my limbs
are thrilled, already, with his touch
who is beyond touch, and if the end
already has come, let it so be.
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 96
Henry Victor 03.12.2012
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