The movement of life has to rest in its own music. – Rabindranath Tagore
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest. – Rabindranath Tagore

The movement of life has to rest in its own music. – Rabindranath Tagore
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest. – Rabindranath Tagore
The smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he sleeps — does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning. – Rabindranath Tagore
If you shut the door to all errors, truth will be shut out. – Rabindranath Tagore