Sunday, February 6

... to wait and watch.

... to wait and watch at the wayside
THIS IS MY delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.

Messengers, the tidings from unknown skies...
Messengers, the tidings from unknown skies, greet me 
  and speed along the road. My heat is glad within,
  and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.


From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door, and I 
  know that of a sudden the happy moment will 
  arrive when I shall see.



In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone.
In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise. 

( Quoted from Tagore's 'Gitanjali' )
Photos: From Hempta trek and personal files.

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