The Future

Incense yearns to disappear in scent
Scent to cling to incense.
Melody seeks to fetter herself in rhythm,
While rhythm flows back to melody.
Idea seeks its body in form, 
Form its freedom in idea.
The infinite seeks the touch of the finite,
The finite its release in the infinite.
What drama is this between creation and destruction—
This ceaseless to and fro between idea and form?
Bondage is striving for freedom,
and freedom seeking rest in bondage. 

— Rabindranath Tagore

(via swintons)