Feather pen / Surname Boonyathat
“The beauty of the soul It is an important definition of cultivating tenderness that brings joy to life. It is the pollen of breath that is open to the sprayed mist. of the precious radiance that never ends When life in each life felt the cultivation He and she know inspiration. hidden in the depths of the mind Know the environment that supports each other’s bonds with love. And love…… especially when looking out in the foreground to a distant imagination Life must recognize the precious affection of meaning. which is a beautiful petal of happiness The joy that rejoices in the sky of dreams The joy that teases with the light of the sun before reverting to the pure soul fusion. into a body full of experience. Thus, the implications of spiritual cultivation therefore gradually merging the deep relationship that is related to the peaceful way of the world of “Gardener” with a mind of openness, delight and maintaining a dimension of contemplation Like the verse of the movement of the song of the inner swaying…through suffering with the melody of prayer…with arms open to happiness with the embrace of understanding. … such a phenomenon is the fruit of the garden of life that blooms with flowers of wisdom that sing a song With the value of emotion woven into the aura that evokes the spirit of true life…”
I take the context of the instinct of perception in the above feelings. It’s a window to flowers of thought. that opens up to the breathtaking view of reality…through the spirit of…..
“THE GARDENER” is a collection of poetry masterpieces of “Rabindranath Tagore”, the great Indian poet… who composed his collection of 85 poems with clear and brilliant inspiration. In the definition of love of a young man who gives himself to a young woman who is love with his heart. Through the traces of devoting life to her gardener…she whom his heart has revered as the queen of the world of eternal life…
“Takoon”…creates a form of media through his writings with the luxury of language. In terms of the sentimental meaning of the poem without rhetoric (Free Verse) distilled from the deepest emotions of a full-blown mind. And shine the light of feelings, 85 chapters in each chapter… Tagore As a poet, it identifies the profound inner tenderness. which is the sum of thought, mind and emotion that expands the state of nature in both concrete and abstract terms with a virtuous way that covers everything As the mantra of life with the rural state of Bengal India is a scene and life. Of the spark to the poetry in this series… The picture of the inner nature that gradually absorbed into the creation of the form of the external shape with elegance. It is the most outstanding. Which is inviting to consider and be memorable to the core of the content in the intention of this collection of poems very much…
“A yellow bird sings in the trees. make my heart dance with joy We both live in the same house. and that’s happiness part of us
a pair of lambs Come and graze under the trees in our garden. If it slips into our rice fields, I carry it in my arms..our village is called Kanjana. and they called our river Anjana. My name is known throughout the village. which she is Ranjana There is only one rice field between us……”
The way of bonding between and among inner world and outer world that Tagore has uttered the colors of the nature of existence. It represents the close connection of life to life. The nature of all things is moving with a specific meaning, being silent, but falling under its serenity. The happiness of understanding is the price of life. It is a good thing that arises from observations of intellectual enrichment. until it was born into a spiritual dimension that satisfies the great relationship and transcends the logic of the interconnected rationale…
“I held Mrs. and hugged her I try to walk in my arms with her cuteness. robbing her sweet smile with a kiss Drink her raven eyes with mine, ah, but where is it? Who can filter out the blue color from the sky? I try to grab the beauty it escapes Leave only your body in my hands.”
The communicative language of Tagore’s poetry..in the story of each chapter. All represent the overlapping of emotional puzzles. that has been interpreted and interpreted from the inner frenzy. Many times the signs are represented by emotional images. that extends through the image The enigmatic imagery with the connotation of the language of the mind is a testament to the beauty of the ideal world. It is a form of beauty (Form of Beauty) that never changes. Tagore did not create his work as a plagiarism. from the beauty in the ideal world which is likened to beauty in a world of sensory perceptions that are not true is changing all the time Beauty conveyed through Tagore’s mind language. It is the absolute reality in the name of the world of the senses. All of us can reach this precious beauty through thought and thought process that is cheerful and ingenious. Only that..
“The boundless wealth is not yours, my stoic and gloomy mother of dust. She worked hard to fill her children’s mouths, but food was scarce. The gift of joy she gave us never perfect The toys she makes for our children are fragile.
You cannot satisfy all our hungry hopes, but can I leave you for this reason? Her painful smile sweet in my eyes her love which never achieved that perfection Precious in my heart.”
Tagore takes us deep into his vast world of meanings. It is a space of perception seeking full of beauty and meaning. which is not restricted to the frame in a limited circle Although the overall purpose of the poem is to focus on love. But it does not stop on the narrow path of individuality… Tagore’s love. live in the expanding world Under the wing of the gardener’s selfless thought who created life with an attitude of contemplative mind….
“When I sneak alone to meet my lover late at night, the birds do not sing, the wind does not blow, the houses on both sides of the road are silent. …is the sound of my anklet that makes a loud noise every step of the way… when my lover comes and sit down beside me when my body trembles And his eyelids fell, the night grew darker, the wind blew, the lamps went off, the clouds unfurled the stars. is the jewel in my chest shining and giving light I don’t know how to hide it.”
I hold poetry that is cultivated with emotional beauty. as a model of intellectual beauty ..It is an inspiration of spiritual growth that cannot be forged by any false truth…Poetry is an art…substance that arises from the commonality of life. is to propagate plants of feelings and wisdom goes out into the realm of perception in happiness. It’s happiness in the senses. It is the ultimate beauty that proclaims the beauty of one’s self. with a mist of empirical meaning From the conviction of faith in the taste of poetry in this part…
“Gardener” in building over the construction of Tagore’s spirit.. So it’s not just an image through a feeling. but it is the result of the mind’s intuition to produce the art of feeling. It’s the muse of real perception. until it became a joy to appear
“Who are you, reader? Read my poem. A hundred years from now? in the joy of your heart May you feel the still joy that sings a song on one spring morning…sounding joy across the centuries.”
“Wipada Kittikowit” has deeply translated this collection of poems. She is like a propagator of the flora of precious poetry. From the garden of life that was fertile with willpower in the world of the past. to come to the area of people’s lives today with determination and perseverance To connect and translate the pure will of the gardener and the vegetation of his soul. To become one with each other in the name of art…in every step of…faith that persists beyond any time…
And all of this… is a spectacle of reverence for Tagore’s spiritual state. In the name of “Guru Thep” in the name of the great poet The creator of the beauty of the mind with the hand of the life of love..
“In the joy of your heart…let you feel the joy that is still…from that flower garden..that blooms in your heart..”