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The Gardener XXVIII: Your Questioning Eyes
Your questioning eyes are sad.
They
seek to know my meaning as the moon
would fathom the sea.

I have bared my life before your
eyes from end to end, with nothing
hidden or held back.
That is why you
know me not.

If it were only a gem, I could break
it into a hundred pieces and string
them into a chain to put on your neck.

If it were only a flower, round and
small and sweet, I could pluck it from
its stem to set it in your hair.

But it is a heart, my beloved.

Where are its shores and its bottom?
You know not the limits of this
kingdom, still you are its queen.

If it were only a moment of pleasure
it would flower in an easy smile, and
you could see it and read it in a
moment.

If it were merely a pain it would
melt in limpid tears, reflecting its
inmost secret without a word.

But it is love, my beloved.

Its pleasure and pain are boundless,
and endless its wants and wealth.

It is as near to you as your life, but
you can never wholly know it.
Written by: Rabindranath Tagore

Book: Reflection on the Important Things