The Last Curtain


Like a dream,
Whatever I enjoy
Will become a memory;
The past is not revisited.

— Shantideva – Verse 36 / Chapter 2 of the Bodhicharyavatara

I know that the day will come
when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
and life will take its leave in silence,
drawing the last curtain over my eyes.

Yet stars will watch at night,
and morning rise as before,
and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.

When I think of this end of my moments,
the barrier of the moments breaks
and I see by the light of death
thy world with its careless treasures.
Rare is its lowliest seat,
rare is its meanest of lives.

Things that I longed for in vain
and things that I got
—let them pass.
Let me but truly possess
the things that I ever spurned
and overlooked.

— Rabindranath Tagore – Gitanjali – Poem N° 92


2 responses »

  1. Wow…I had missed this pic….now that I know that this is an abandoned orphanage,the ball there evokes altogether different kind of feelings.heart touching and artistic capture.
    If and when we achieve that peace within ,our own end appears to be so beautiful,so peaceful………..a transition in it’s true sense.


    • This picture is one of my favorite captures. For me it expresses melancholia and it makes me wonder about what the child has become that once played in this room. The fact that this place is abandoned amplifies that feeling for me. I thought it would be nice to decorate those two beautiful texts. Thank you! 🙂

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