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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"The same stream of life
that runs through my veins
runs through the world
and dances in rhythmic measure."
Dad passed a year ago this week but I feel his energy and that of our forbears more as I come to terms with our mortality and the finiti of life...more and more I feel his energy to give a gift to the world..it will happen, I believe, when we finely attune to this force! we are lucky to be alive in all of our differnt ways..
The phrase I love is "life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless blades of grass..." I love that image and that thought.
To think of blades of grass as joy shooting up through dust... wow... and then to think that that same joy is me if I would only allow myself to "be" it... double wow...
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