Life

The same stream of life
that runs through my veins
runs throughout 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 in 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 this moment.

....Tagore