“Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt
at being told that it is a fragment
-Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)
I love this! Tagore has such a way with words. Imagine that moon, shining so brightly and proudly – knowing that it is what it is and that it is absolutely perfect just the way it is. Is there anything missing? Not a chance! Can we see our lives in the same light? They are perfect just the way they are right here and right now.