To the innermost Shrine

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.

I came out on the chariot

Of the first gleam of light,

And pursued my voyage 

Through the wildernesses of worlds

Leaving my track on many a star and planet.

It is the most distant course that

Comes nearest to thyself,

And that training its he most intricate

Which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.

The traveler has to knock

At every alien door

To come to his own,

And one has to wander through all the 

outer worlds to reach the 

innermost shrine at the end.

My eyes strayed far and wide

Before I shut them and said, 

“Here art thou”!

The question and the cry,

“Oh, where?” melt into tears

Of a thousand streams and deluge the world

With the flood of the assurance, “I am!”

- Rabindranath Tagore

Verse 12, Gitanjali