I came out alone to meet you;
but another in the silent dark follows
me despite my move aside to avoid
his presence and I escape him not.
He is, my own little self, my ego
making dust rise from the earth
with his conceit, adding his loud voice
to every word that I utter.
My own little self, actually my lord
knows no shame; but I am ashamed
to come knocking on your door
to meet you in his company.
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 30
Henry Victor 03.10.2012
My journey both in terms of time and distance is long
and it was in the first gleam of light, my chariot, I pursued
my voyage through countless wildernesses of the worlds
leaving my track on several stars and many planets.
It is the most distant path that comes nearest to you
and training is most intricate that leads to the simplest tune
as the traveler comes to his door after knocking alien doors
and the inner shrine opens only after the wandering in outer worlds.
My eyes wandered much far and wide
before I shut and said, 'Here is you!'
The questing, pursuing of thousand tears, 'Oh, where?'
melts always, I know, into the flood of assurance, 'I am!'
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 12
Henry Victor 24.09.2012
