Sometimes, I search for the verses of a vaguely-remembered poetry to go with one of the pictures I shot. And sometimes, its the other way round. Today, as I recalled some verses while gazing at the morning sky, I searched for a picture in my archives and found this eagle I shot, about a year ago, while driving to Rameswaram.
Here's the inspiration:
My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals; and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple, great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked---this sky and the light, this body and the life and the mind---saving me from perils of overmuch desire.
There are times when I languidly linger and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal; but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.
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From the Gitanjali, Rabindranath Tagore
