Stream of Life

Aspens in Fall by Henry Percy

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 are made glorious 

by the touch of this world of life 

and my joy is from the life-throb of ages 

dancing in my blood this moment.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

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