21 February 2010


Ocean of Forms
Rabindranath Tagore
I dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms,
hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless.

No more sailing from harbor to harbor with this my weather-

    beaten boat.
The days are long passed when my sport was to be tossed on 


And now I am eager to die into the deathless.

Into the audience hall by the fathomless abyss
where swells up the music of toneless strings
I shall take this harp of my life.

I shall tune it to the notes of forever,
and when it has sobbed out its last utterance,
lay down my silent harp at the feet of the silent.

Art: Hombre en Llamas (Man on Fire), Jason deCaires Taylor
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