Dirt Tracings by Eric Vondy
The day was when I did not keep myself in readiness for thee;
and entering my heart unbidden even as one of the common
crowd, unknown to me, my king thou didst press the signet
of eternity upon many a fleeting moment of my life.
And to-day when by chance I light upon them and see thy
signature, I find they have lain scattered in the dust mixed with
the memory of joys and sorrows of my trivial days forgotten.
Thou didst not turn in contempt from my childish play
among dust, and the steps that I heard in my playroom are
the same that are echoing from star to star.
~by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) Indian poet, playwright and essayist;
won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913.
This is Number Eight in a randomly-posted, continuing series of quotes by Tagore.
Everything he wrote is golden.