My most favorite words out of Tagore's billions..
It decks me only to mock me, this jewelled chain of mine. It bruises me when on my neck, it strangles me when I struggle to tear it off. It grips my throat, it chokes my singing. Could I but offer it to your hand, my Lord, I would be saved. Take it from me, and in exchange bind me to you with a garland, for I am ashamed to stand before you with this jewelled chain on my neck.
- No. XI of Fruit Gathering by Rabindranath Tagore, 1916.
Visualisation shot on 12/07/2009.
A little more of Tagore's is in my photostream.
2 comments:
Hey I love Tagore too! Lets have some more of your favourites ok?
GREAT IMPACT. DO U LIKE JEWELS..
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