Meeting as children on endless worlds

[Gabrielle Dean]

 On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. 

The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. 

    On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and 

    dances. 
They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With 

    withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the 

    vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds. 
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-

    fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children 

    gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden

    treasures, they know not how to cast nets. 

The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-

    beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, 

    even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with 

     children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the

     pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad 

     and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great 

    meeting of children.

Rabindranath Tagore 

May we all play as children and dwell in endless worlds