(Oh how I love Tagore’s inspiration)
The same stream of life that runs
through my veins night and day and 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 in 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
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, 1910