Stillness soars as a mountain peak,
Seeking its greatness in height.
Movement stops in a silent lake,
Seeking in depth its limit.
 ~
 The fish in the water is silent,  
 the animals on the earth is noisy, 
 the bird in the air is singing. 
 But man has in him the silence of the sea,
 the noise of the earth 
 and the music of the air.
 ~
There is a point where in the mystery of
existence contradictions meet;
where movement is not all movement
and stillness is not all stillness;
where the idea and the form,
the within and the without, are united;
where infinite becomes finite,
yet not losing its infinity.

 

-Tagore