Stray Bird 121-140 Rabindranath Tagore

121 I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.

122 Dear friend, I feel the silence of your great thoughts of may a deepening eventide on this beach when I listen to these waves.

123 The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a lift in the air.

124 "In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me," said the night to the sun.

"I leave my answers in tears upon the grass."

125 The Great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world.

126 Not hammerstrokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.

127 Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.

128 To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.

129 Asks the Possible to the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling place?"

"In the dreams of the impotent," comes the answer.

130 If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.

131 I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,--I cannot see them.

132 Leisure in its activity is work. The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

133 The leaf becomes flower when it loves. The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

134 The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.

135 This rainy evening the wind is restless. I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things.

136 Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout.

137 Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover. O sea, thou lonely bride of the storm.

138 "I am ashamed of my emptiness," said the Word to the Work. "I know how poor I am when I see you," said the Work to the Word.

139 Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

140 Truth in her dress finds facts too tight. In fiction she moves with ease.