Rumi Poetry • This we have now • Reading this beautiful poem by Rumi •

This we have now
is not imagination.
This is not
grief or joy.
Not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.
Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn't.

Rabindranath Tagore Poetry • Face to face • Reading this beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore •

Day after day, O lord of my life,
shall I stand before thee face to face.
With folded hands, O lord of all worlds,
shall I stand before thee face to face.

Rabindranath Tagore Poetry • Clouds and waves • Reading this beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore •

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"

Pablo Neruda Poetry • Absence • Reading this beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda •

I have scarcely left you
When you go in me, crystalline,
Or trembling,
Or uneasy, wounded by me

Pablo Neruda Poetry • A song of despair • Reading this beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda •

The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.

Pablo Neruda Poetry • A dog has died • Reading this beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda•

My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.

Rabindranath Tagore Poetry • Closed path • Reading this beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore •

I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,---that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.

Rabindranath Tagore Poetry • Baby's way • Reading this beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore •

Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck
with my tears of sorrow.

Rabindranath Tagore Poetry • Brink of eternity • Reading this beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore •

In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.

Rabindranath Tagore Poetry • Benediction • Reading this beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore •

Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of
heaven for our earth.