When the lotus opened, I didn't notice and went away empty handed.
Only now and again do I suddenly sit up from my dreams to smell a strange fragrance. It comes on the south wind, a vague hint that makes me ache with longing, like the eager breath of summer wanting to be completed. I didn't know what was so near, or that it was mine.
The perfect sweetness blossoming in the depth of my heart.
Rabindranath Tagore