Rabindranath Tagore ~ Gitanjali poem 57:
Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light! Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre of my life; the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth. The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light. The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion. Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven's river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad.
I celebrate my 100th post.
Today I learned about Jñāna yoga, Śūnyatā ("the void") and Pratītyasamutpāda ("dependent origination") in Buddhism, ahimsa and anekantavada in Jainism, Ghandi (his mother was a Jain, which explains his close familiarity with these two philosophical concepts), Satyajit Ray (urged by Jean Renoir to become a filmmaker, influenced by the neo-realistic film The Bicycle Thief), and Rabindranath Tagore (Bengali, love love his poems).