Guest guest Posted May 8, 2002 Report Share Posted May 8, 2002 I drive down into the depth of the ocean of forms, hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless. No more sailing from harbour to harbour 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. --from Gitanjali, translated by Rabindranath Tagore PS I DEDICATE THIS POEM TO MY SOUL FRIEND BODHI AVASA - well, the last time i talked to him on im he was travelling to bali! i hope all is well with him! love Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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