Not for me is the love that knows no restraint
and is like foaming wine that, having burst its
vessel in a moment, would run to waste.
Send me the love that is cool and pure like
Your rain, which blesses the thirsty earth and fills
the homely earthen jars.
Send me the love that would soak down into
the center of being, and from there would spread
like the unseen sap through the branching tree of
life, giving birth to fruits and flowers.
Send me the love that keeps the heart still
with the fullness of peace.
~Rabindranath Tagore
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