Living Beyond Limits 
The joy ran from all the world to build my body.
The lights of the skies kissed and kissed her till she woke.
Flowers of hurrying summers sighed in her breath and voices of winds and water
sang in her movements.
The passion of the tide of colours in clouds and in forests flowed into her life,
and the music of all things caressed her limbs into shape.
She is my bride,–she has lighted her lamp in my house.
- Rabindranath Tagore
My Master has bid me while I stand at the roadside, to sing the song of Defeat, or that is the bride whom He woos in secret.
She has put on the dark veil, hiding her face from the crowd, but the jewel glows on her breast in the dark.
I woke and found his letter with the morning.
I do not know what it says, for I cannot read.
I shall leave the wise man alone with his books, I shall not trouble him, for who
knows if he can read what the letter says.
In the beginning of time,
there rose from the churning of God’s dream two women.
One is the dancer at the court of paradise,
the desired of men, she who laughs and plucks the minds of the wise
from their cold meditations
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