Stream of Life

Stream of Life

The same stream of life that runs through my veins
night and day, runs through the world
and dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy through
the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean
- cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs 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.

Excerpt from Gitanjali, Rabindranath Tagore