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\nRabindranath Tagore<\/h3>\n

 
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\nO Sun of India’s sky,  
\nO World-Poet,  
\nO Moon of Bengal’s heart,  
\nYou were beautiful in your inner life,  
\nYou were beautiful in your outer life,  
\nYou were beauty incarnate in God’s entire creation.  
\nGloriously and triumphantly you secure your place  
\nIn the world-assembly with your creative force,  
\nSupremely meaningful and fruitful in various walks of life.  <\/p>\n

~ <\/p>\n

\"image\"Rabindranath was a Golden Song sung by the Divine Singer in him. He was, indeed, the World-Song, the golden chain that bound East and West. By his soul-awakening songs of transcendental beauty, Rabindranath charmed the world and seized the All-Blissful.<\/p>\n

Excerpt from India, My India<\/i> by Sri Chinmoy<\/a>.<\/p>\n

 \"sun-bw\"<\/p>\n

Love is an endless mystery,<\/p>\n

for it has nothing else to explain it.<\/p>\n

~<\/p>\n

 There is a point where in the mystery of<\/p>\n

\nexistence contradictions meet;<\/p>\n

\nwhere movement is not all movement<\/p>\n

\nand stillness is not all stillness;<\/p>\n

\nwhere the idea and the form,<\/p>\n

\nthe within and the without, are united;<\/p>\n

\nwhere infinite becomes finite,<\/p>\n

\nyet not losing its infinity.<\/p>\n

– Tagore<\/p>\n