The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves;
they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones, great things are for everyone.
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.
The waterfall sings, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."
The movement of life has its rest in its own music.
The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
We live in this world when we love it.
The best does not come alone.
It comes with the company of the all.
(all verses taken from Rabindranath Tagore’s Stray Birds under PROJECT GUTENBERG-TM EBOOKS)
To be able to experience the greatness of nature is a rare treat these days as wilderness has evolved to streams of cables and blocks of concretes. But nature has its glorious ways of getting close through masterpieces of our times and before. Rabindranath Tagore’s Stray Birds is one such example that really captures the inner voice which yearns to be in touch with nature. His interpretation of the correlations between nature and the human spirit is just amazing! A personal favourite of mine. On a more local scale, the artistic retreat called Sekeping Serendah, situated in the small town of Serendah offers a chance to be with the (mild) wild, in style. These two masterpieces, combined with the company of a group of most excellent friends (and pan-seared foie gras) made my weekend retreat a beautiful one. Hence, Seindah, Sekeping Serendah.