Dungeon by Rabindranath Tagore

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Dungeon

He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon.
I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into
the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand
lest a least hole should be left in this name;
and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.

Rabindranath Tagore

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Yoonoos Peerbocus (7/10/2007 11:14:00 AM)
we fail to understand our selves..thanks

Melanie Ann Calvert (3/31/2007 3:51:00 PM)
Powerful... reminds me that the action of building personal boundaries can actually imprison us, if we're not careful.

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