Ocean of Forms

Rabindranath Tagore

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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 waves.

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.

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  • nikoledunhill22

    Rabindranath Tagore's poetry never fails to leave me in awe. In this particular piece, the thought of diving "down into the depth of the ocean of forms" to discover the formless is both profound and captivating. The way he describes laying down his "silent harp at the feet of the silent" is a beautiful testament to the power of his words. His work always provides a fresh perspective to ponder.