A recent message from a reader and a friend. I thought it might be nice to share with all of you.
Please read this poem by Tagore. You might like it.
Upagupta, the disciple of Buddha, lay sleep in the dust by the city wall of Mathura. Lamps were all out, doors were all shut, and stars were all hidden by the murky sky of August. Whose feet were those tinkling with anklets, touching his breast of a sudden? He woke up startled, and a light from a woman's lamp fell on his forgiving eyes. It was dancing girl, starred with jewels, Wearing a pale blue mantle, drunk with the wine of her youth. She lowered her lamp and saw young face austerely beautiful. "Forgive me, young ascetic," said the woman, "Graciously come to my house. The dusty earth is not fit bed for you." The young ascetic answered, "Woman, go on your way; When the time is ripe I will come to you." Suddenly the black night showed its teeth in a flash of lightening. The storm growled from the corner of the sky, and The woman trembled in fear of some unknown danger.
A year has not yet passed. It was evening of a day in April, in spring season. The branches of the way side trees were full of blossom. Gay notes of a flute came floating in the warm spring air from a far. The citizens had gone to the woods for the festival of flowers. From the mid sky gazed the full moon on the shadows of the silent town. The young ascetic was walking along the lonely street, While overhead the love-sick koels uttered from the mango branches their sleepless plaint. Upagupta passed through the city gates, and stood at the base of the rampart. Was that a woman lying at his feet in the shadow of the mango grove? Struck with black pestilence, her body spotted with sores of small-pox, She had been hurriedly removed from the town To avoid her poisonous contagion. The ascetic sat by her side, took her head on his knees, And moistened her lips with water, and smeared her body with sandal balm. "Who are you, merciful one?" asked the woman. "The time, at last, has come to visit you, and I am here," replied the young ascetic.