the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood

[Gabrielle Dean]

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 of death
in ebb and in flow.
I feel my feet are made glorious
by the touch of this world of life
and my joy is from the life-throb of ages 

dancing in my blood this moment. 

Rabindranath Tagore