The same stream of life
that runs through my veins
runs through the world
and dances in rhythmic measure.
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.
It is the same life that is rocked
in the ocean cradle of birth and death
in ebb and flow.
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 at this moment.
~Rabindranath Tagore
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