A meeting of the minds, is the most important meeting of all.
That one sentence pretty much sums up what I seek in my friends, husband and family. It is a desire to understand and be understood, to accept and be accepted. The process is fraught with pain and misunderstanding but it can bring great joy when there is a meeting of minds!
When I meet someone whose wavelength matches mine, the clouds part and the sunshine comes pouring through! I feel free, as though I have sprouted wings; I can reach out with great energy, because the energy is multiplied many times over and fed right back into me.
My first memory of such a wonderful friend is of Prabha Govindarajan, who worked with me in Godrej. We shared a common love for the English language and a passion to make a difference at work. She introduced me to "Gitanjali" and I have been a fan ever since. Today once again, I remembered Prabha as I stumbled onto this website, http://www.poemhunter.com/ and re-read my favourite poem:
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor; but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
The poem describes Tagore's great love of God and his eternal striving to meet Him and submit his whole being to Him.
My longing for true friendship is similar, it is ongoing, never ending and full of hope.
That one sentence pretty much sums up what I seek in my friends, husband and family. It is a desire to understand and be understood, to accept and be accepted. The process is fraught with pain and misunderstanding but it can bring great joy when there is a meeting of minds!
When I meet someone whose wavelength matches mine, the clouds part and the sunshine comes pouring through! I feel free, as though I have sprouted wings; I can reach out with great energy, because the energy is multiplied many times over and fed right back into me.
My first memory of such a wonderful friend is of Prabha Govindarajan, who worked with me in Godrej. We shared a common love for the English language and a passion to make a difference at work. She introduced me to "Gitanjali" and I have been a fan ever since. Today once again, I remembered Prabha as I stumbled onto this website, http://www.poemhunter.com/ and re-read my favourite poem:
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor; but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
The poem describes Tagore's great love of God and his eternal striving to meet Him and submit his whole being to Him.
My longing for true friendship is similar, it is ongoing, never ending and full of hope.
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