Sandra Bierman
The Song Unsung
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor; but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
by Rabindranath Tagore
15 comments:
WOW! This is me, "days spent in stringing and unstringing my life", tears are in my eyes and my heart is full of memories.
The music here carries me along to "that place" where music will take us.
I am a dreamy soul.
Hi there,
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Thank you for following my writings, so that I could discover you! Your blog is beautiful! Spiritual and beautiful! You are in touch with your spirit! With your soul! With your heart! This brings me much joy!!!!!! :) :)
dear friend, it was such a surprise to find that these beautiful words i was reading were your very own....truly when i followed this link, i did not know it was you i would find at the other end...you can have no idea how completely perfect the timing of finding you here is but i am blessed beyond measure by you this day.
Tears, sorrow, and disappointment are bitter, but wisdom is the comforter in all psychic suffering.
how true, lovie ♥
What a lovely blog. I've bookmarked it and will return often.
--Lindsay
WOW, this sounds like me too, and I have always loved Tagore's poem. Bonnie love, I just added you to my list of caravanserais.
And oh, the meeting is close...
He is close...
Blessings to you, friend...
All's grace,
Ann
I know I will like returning to Song Unsung because there is so much good to discover. Art, quotations, wisdom overflowing . . .What a gift you give to your visitors. - Lindsay
It's my first time here and I glued to your elegant blog both for it's timeless look and the beautiful content :)
I am totally loving it here :)
Cheers!!
My first time here, too - lovely blog.
What a great post! I didn't always put much stock in my dreams--I thought them to be merely a bunch of strange interactions of synapses in my mind. But lately I think the dream-mind has more to tell us than we always like to listen to. I'm starting to be open to that aspect of myself. Thanks for the reminder to listen!
I love to dream. My dreams are extremely specific and entertaining. Sometimes I wake up laughing. Sometimes I talk in my sleep. Once I woke up my loved one with these words: 'Simplicity is the Pathway to Peace.' As far as I know, I wasn't even dreaming. That phrase is my touchstone.
PS: your site is part of my blog roll now.
Very thoughtful post. Your blog design is intriguing. I am a nature mystic but not from the western religious standpoint. Will stop back in again -- barbara
Thank you, this is beautiful and I can relate to this.
I added myself to follow your blog. You are more than welcome to visit mine and become a follower if you want to.
God Bless You
~Ron
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