In the Beginning of Time

In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God's dream two women.

One is the dancer at the court of paradise, the desired of men,
she who laughs and plucks the minds of the wise from their cold meditations, and of fools from their emptiness;
and scatters them like seeds with careless hands
in the extravagant winds of March, in the flowering frenzy of May.

The other is the crowned queen of heaven,
the mother, throned on the fullness of golden autumn;
she who in the harvest-time brings straying hearts
to the smile sweet as tears, the beauty deep as the sea of silence,
- brings them to the temple of the Unknown, at the holy confluence of Life and Death.

~ A poem by Rabindranath Tagore

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