Saturday, August 17, 2013

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
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.

— Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali

[Green onion lying on the basil after rain.]


  1. Oh yes! :) And isn't it wonderful! May we remember The Rhythm....

  2. I often think how closely we are locked into the ebb and flow of Mother Earth, Ruth...probably in more ways than we will ever know!


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