Ocean of Forms

 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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