Open your doors, open your eyes

National Poetry Month, Day 17  //  The greatest blessings in life are the commonest, and I’m blind to them usually because I look too high. I yearn for the big, unusual blessings and fail to see them precisely because the big ones are unusual. The common ones, the ones God loves to give, are most difficult to see because they are scattered so profusely under my feet and all around. Sometimes I act as if the blessings I seek will come in the future, or that they have already come and echo from the past. But here they are! Here’s a little reminder to look for them in the spirit of wisdom translated from the Sanskrit: “Look to this day, for it is life, the very life of life. In its brief course like all the verities and realities of your existence: the bliss of growth, the splendor of beauty, the glory of action. For yesterday is already a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision. But today, well lived, makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day. Such is the salutation of the dawn.”

“Note from the Next Life,” by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

Who are you, reader,
reading my poems a hundred years hence?
I cannot send you one single flower
from this wealth of spring,
one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.
Open your doors and look abroad.
From your blossoming garden gather fragrant
memories of the vanished flowers
of a hundred years before.
In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that
sang one spring morning, sending its
glad voice across a hundred years.

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