The Message












 I see a light, but no fire. Is this what my life is to be like?


Better to head for the grave. 


 A message comes, the grief-courier, and the message is


that the woman you love is in her house alone, and wants you


to come now while it is still night.


 Clouds unbroken, rain, all night. I don't under-


stand these wild impulses -- what is happening to me.


 A lightening flash is followed by deeper melancholy. I


stumble around inside looking for the path the night wants


me to take.


 Light, where is the light? Light the fire, if you have desire!


Thunder, rushing wind, nothingness. Black night, black


stone. Don't let your whole life go by in the dark.


 Evidently the only way to find the path is to set fire to my


own life.







Rabindranth Tagore