The Beginning

"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?
the baby asked its mother.

When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered as a fragrance about it.

Your tender softness blossomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow in the sky before the sunrise.
Heaven's first darling, twin-born with the morning light, you have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last you have stranded on my heart."

The Crescent Moon
Rabindranath Tagore