Been thinking about this poem all week as trees buds slowly unfurl & I feel the quickening of spring in my own body. Memorized years ago, I love how it celebrates the common life force that run through all forms here. Life by Rabindranath Tagore 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 life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
Posted on: Fri, 02 May 2014 13:00:00 +0000