Stream of Life

The same stream of life

that runs through my veins

runs through the world

and dances in rhythmic measure.

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It is the same life that shoots in joy

through the dust of the earth

into numberless blades of grass

and breaks into tumultuous waves

of leaves and flowers.

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It is the same life

that is rocked in the ocean

cradle of birth and death

in ebb and flow.

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I feel my limbs are made glorious

by the touch of this world of life

and my pride is from the life throb of ages

dancing in my blood this moment.

-Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941

Former Poet Laureate of India, Nobel Prize 1928