Yet

> “Thy gifts to us mortals fulfil all our needs and yet run back to Thee undiminished.

> The river has its everyday work to do and hastens through fields and hamlets; yet its incessant stream winds towards the washing of Thy feet.

> The flower sweetens the air with its perfume; yet its last service is to offer itself to Thee.

> Thy worship does not impoverish the world.”

> — Tagore From the words of the Poet, no doubt, men take whatever meaning pleases them; yet their last meanings point to Thee, O Lord!

From:Sri Chinmoy,Rabindranath Tagore: the moon of Bengal’s Heart, Agni Press, 2011
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