Stream of Life

Came across this poem and thought it was both beautiful and appropriate. It is called Stream of Life and written by Rabindranath Tagore, from his collection Gitanjali:

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 pride is from the lifethrob of ages
dancing in my blood this moment.
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