Summer, Bees, Humming, and Serendipity

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove....

I was thinking about Tagore's poem, "A Moment's Indulgence",  as I was walking across my lawn this morning.  It is full of life providing clover and the bees are actively flying all over the place, busy sucking up that nectar.  The whole lawn was offering a soft, soothing humming noise as I walked over it. I had to be very, very mindful and  I immediately thought of that poem.  So enthralled was I by it years ago...that I wrote an article on it and had it published in "The Mindful Word". Every time I hear bees "plying their ministrelsy at the court of the flowering grove" I am reminded of that poem. I was saying to myself as I got closer to the house, "I must dig up that poem and have another read." I had such a sense of sweet dedication to life in this silent and overflowing leisure. I experienced a lovely connection with everything around me in those quiet moments moving across my yard. 

Then, when I came in here to check my stats...sure enough out of the 3000+entries I have here...what was read in the last 24 hours? An entry I wrote in 2018 with the full version of that poem on it. No one can convince me that is not serendipidity. ..some sharing of the collective thought stored within the One mind. So, so sweet. 

I did have a question as I was rereading the poem. There has been an argument for over a century about the collection of poetry this particular poem was written in and that which got him the nobel prize for literature...Gitanjali  (Song offerings). Many contemporary writers of that time like Robert Frost criticized that too much was lost or changed in the translation to receive the acclaim it did. Though I do not support Frost's argument (I believe he was a bit racist) I too fear that much gets lost in translation. For example, I wonder if Tagore meant "quiet" instead of "quite" in "Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee,".

Regardless, I imagine how absolutely beautiful those poems must be in their original Bengali.

Anyway, I digress! 

Just wanted to share a lovely moment of serendipity.

All is well.

This Blog (March 8, 2018) Hearing the Vibrations of Life. https://dale-lynwritin.blogspot.com/2018/03/hearing-vibration-of-life.html

The Mindful Word/ Me (June 20, 2017) Learning from Tagore: Take a Break from Doing and Indulge in Being. https://www.themindfulword.org/learning-tagore-take-break/