TAGORE: THE PROPHET OF TIMELESS WISDOM A VISIONARY READING INTO THE REALMS OF AN IMMORTAL PHILISOPHER Written by: TAGHRID BOU MERHI – LEBANON – BRAZIL

 

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TAGORE: THE PROPHET OF TIMELESS WISDOM

A VISIONARY READING INTO THE REALMS OF AN IMMORTAL PHILISOPHER

 

Written by: TAGHRID BOU MERHI – LEBANON – BRAZIL

 

Tagore is not merely a name that echoes through the halls of literature, philosophy, and art; he is a unique human manifestation—as though he passed among us bearing the face of a prophet, the sorrow of a poet, and the wisdom of a sage. When we look at him through the third eye, we do not see just a man of flesh and blood; we see a transcendent aura of light that came to guide wandering souls in the desert of nothingness toward the shade of meaning. Tagore was not confined to the geography of Bengal nor to any specific language; he was a cosmic spirit walking the earth with an open heart and a transparent mind that perceives the unseen and understands the unspoken.

 

When insight speaks the name Tagore, the vibrations of consciousness tremble. We see a poet who does not write with words but inscribes his prayers on the wall of existence and plants his music in the memory of time. His tools were not just intellect, but heart, vision, and a deep inner sense that touched the roots of things—not their surface. This philosopher did not concern himself with the rigid structure of logic as much as he listened to the flow of the soul, to that river connecting human beings with the universe, with all creatures, with the Creator, and with their hidden selves.

 

When we read Tagore, we do not merely read texts—we are summoned into a moment of rapture, through a secret portal within us that opens to another world; a world unbounded by time and unconstrained by language. It is there, in the silent space between line and soul, that Tagore’s true voice begins to whisper within us, as if he has always known the features of our spirits, as if he was waiting for us to listen—not merely to understand, but to be healed. He was not just a poet celebrating beauty; he was a sage who knew that poetry is a path to truth, to God, to the absolute.

 

What makes Tagore exceptional is the vastness of his vision of humanity. He did not differentiate between rich and poor, man and woman, East and West. He saw the being in its naked, unbiased form, touching its existential anxiety with words that resembled prayer. Hence, his educational institution “Shantiniketan” was not just a school—it was a sanctuary for souls. He believed that knowledge without love, and learning without contemplation, is a mere shell that cannot nourish the hungry spirit. Thus, he dedicated his life to planting the tree of wisdom that gathers all its branches under one shade—and that shade is love.

 

When Tagore contemplated the universe, he did not do so like physicists or analytical philosophers. He would close his eyes and open his heart, hearing the secret language of flowers, seeing the dance of light on the water's surface, feeling the pain of the earth in times of drought. He saw God in a child’s smile, in a mother’s tear, in the silence of stars. That is why his writings, like Gitanjali, are extended poetic prayers. That work alone resembles a revelation—not a book, but a prayer inked from the heart, rising toward the heavens.

 

Tagore was not a Sufi in the academic sense, yet he lived Sufism in every moment, dissolving into meaning like salt in water. He did not seek final answers but a deep harmony with the flow of life. He taught us that mystery is not solved, but lived. Thus, he never closed the door to questions but left cracks for the light to enter. He knew that truth is not taken all at once—it is sipped like tea, gently, lovingly, with faith.

 

In Tagore’s insight, poetry was not merely a linguistic structure but a cosmic state—a communion with existence in rituals of beauty and suffering. He wrote of death as an old friend, of love as a spirit moving from body to body, of homeland as a beloved, of God as present in every breeze and breath. He did not fear death, for he saw in it a new birth. He did not fear loss, for he believed every absence prepares for a deeper presence.

 

When the Swedish Academy awarded him the Nobel Prize, it did not honor just a poet or a writer—it honored a soul that illuminated corners of humanity left in the dark. But Tagore did not change, did not become dazzled by titles. He continued walking among trees, singing his verses to children, contemplating sunsets as if seeing them for the first time. That is his secret: he remained pure, humble, connected to the source—like a tree rooted in the hearts of people, yet growing toward the sky.

 

Tagore traveled the world, carrying with him a message of love and peace, speaking of human unity in an age dominated by borders, wars, and divisions. He believed that beauty and art are the true path toward understanding between peoples. He planted kind words in soil poisoned by screams. That is why his words found their way to hearts even without translation—they spoke not only to the mind but whispered to the soul.

 

Through the third eye, Tagore appears as a mirror where one sees their true humanity—bare, honest, and eternally yearning. He did not preach or command. He embraced you with his poetry, accompanied you in your solitude, and taught you how to love yourself and the world without fear. He was a master of listening to silence and knew that behind every silence is a message, behind every pain a blessing, behind every meeting a parting, and behind every parting, another encounter in an unseen dimension.

 

Tagore is a walking question and an unending answer. He is the light when all lights go out, the string that still trembles after the song ends. Through his third eye, he saw that poetry is not a luxury, but an existential necessity; that art is not an ornament, but a prayer; and that philosophy is not theorizing, but partnership in wonder, pain, and beauty. That is why he is not only read—he is lived.

 

Tagore cannot be confined to a single identity. He was a poet, philosopher, musician, painter, and social reformer—but above all, he was a fully conscious human, a lover of truth, a lover of God in all manifestations of love, fear, and longing. He was not a philosopher in the academic sense, but he redefined philosophy through poetry, poetry through spirit, and humanity through his vision.

 

In the end, when we look at Tagore through the third eye, we realize that his presence never fades, for he was not made of words alone—but of yearning, of questioning, of dreaming. He did not die, for he lives in all those who try to understand life from within, who love unconditionally, who write as they pray, who walk the paths of the soul in search of light. Tagore is a living presence in the memory of human consciousness, an endless stream of wisdom’s light—and with each return to his words, we are born anew.

 

Biography

     Taghrid Bou Merhi is a Lebanese-Brazilian poet, writer, editor, author, essayist, journalist, and translator who speaks several languages. She is the editor and head of the translation department for 12 printed and digital Arab and international magazines. Taghrid is the President CIESART Lebanon, Literary Translation Advisor for the Platform of Levantine Writers, and Global Poetry Advisor for CCTV Television (China). She also serves as an international judge in various global literary competitions.

She has received multiple international awards, including the Nizar Sartawi Award, the Najy Naaman Prize, and the Cheng Xin Prize. Her works have been translated into 48 languages. She has authored 23 books, translated 45, and contributed to over 220 national and international anthologies.