journey of insight
as rising moon lights the way
distant mountain calls
in search of enlightenment
answers found along the way
The challenge for Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #48 Tagore’s Gitanjali
is to capture the essence of a verse from
Gitanjali: Song Offerings by Rabindranath Tagore in a haiku or tanka.
The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light,
and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds
leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveller has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,
and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach
the innermost shrine at the end.
My eyes strayed far and wide before
I shut them and said `Here art thou!’
The question and the cry `Oh, where?’ melt into tears of a thousand streams
and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!’
© Rabindranath Tagore (taken from “Gitanjali”)
Image
Museum of Fine Arts Boston
Autumn Moon at Ishiyama Temple by Utagawa Hiroshige (postcard reproduction)
Also linked to Open Link Night #227 at dVerse.
Fascinating thought suddenly strikes me
my video friend, poet, is
answering
another poet .
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Hmm
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Here you are, indeed.
Here we are, response.
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…deluge the world with the flood of the assurance, ‘I am!’
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yes
you
are
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Wow what a wonderful spiritual tanka you have distilled from Tagore’s poem.
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Thank you, Kristjaan.
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The moon, of course! (K)
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It does inspire!
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She was humming! 🙂
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I really like your tanka. You have captured the essence of the spiritual journey.
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Thank you, Suzanne.
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Journeys often bring answers, even if we don’t know the questions.
You distilled the original poem into your own lovely tanka.
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Thank you, Merril.
Yes, answers unbidden.
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Tagore is phenomenal. the journey gives us the answers not the destination, i like this thought
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Thank you. 🙂
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I like the idea of the moon lighting the way on the journey of instinct.
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It can be a comforting sight.
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My mother told us to imagine sitting on Orion’s belt. Your chariot leaving tracks on a distant path brought back to mind her ponderings.
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Thank you. What a nice thought from your mother.
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Any journey is as much a travel within as a path… love the essence
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Thank you, Björn.
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We are the paths we take and the roads we do not follow.
We are the essence of our experiences.
We are, I am.
Anna :o]
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This turn.
That.
Winding.
Straight.
Encounters by chance.
Or intended.
Our destination the same.
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