Rabindranath Tagore

Melody seeks to fetter herself in rhythm,
While the rhythm flows back to melody.
Idea seeks its body in form,
Form its freedom in the 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 after freedom,
And freedom seeking rest in bondage?