THE STREAM OF LIFE
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 death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
--- Robindranath Tagore
1 comment:
Greg, this is one of my favorite Tagore poems. I was stumbling around the internet today and got curious about what kind of videography you do...enter google and my finding your blog.
I just read a book, "Your Soul's Plan" by Robert Schwartz. The first chapter provided an interesting viewpoint on one person's soul experience of AIDs. It's an interesting read.
All this to say. Thanks for posting the Tagore poem and sharing your steps in the stream.
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