Gitanjali-12
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 wilderness 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 !”