This time I won’t struggle.
When the moment comes,
I will let Him take the helm
In an instant the thing will be done
It was vain to fight it.
So take away your hands
And put up with this defeat, my heart.
Sit perfectly still where He tells you to
And count it good fortune.
Stop running around so desperately
To protect your little lamp from the wind.
Can’t you remember after all this time?
We have to be wise and wait in the dark
Spreading out cushions on the floor
So that whenever He pleases
My Lord will sit with us.
On the Shores of Eternity, Poems from Tagore on Immortality and Beyond by Deepak Chopra
Black Ice by David Blackwood