I slept and dreamt that life was joy
I woke and saw that life was service
I acted and behold! Service was joy.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
freedom always came nibbling my thought,
just as— often, in light, on the open hills—
you can pass an antelope and not know
and look back, and then— even before you see—
there is something wrong about the grass.
And then you see.
That's the way everything in the world is waiting.