Brink Of Eternity – Rabindranath Tagore
In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.
My house is small
and what once has gone from it can never be regained.But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
—no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe.– You just have to go on and on and on….. there is no end and no result. There is nothing to possess, nothing to describe, nothing to question, but just be, and live, eat, sleep, wake up…. and keep on breathing…..
Nothing can vanish… because everything is there, in eternity: all experiences, all hopes, all memories. Is that what the poet (RT) means? How about ‘her’? Has she been transmuted into something greater, form gone back into its essence? Or, are they both not forever present – difference in equality – in that eternal Presence?
Unanimous Tradition / Tradición Unánime 