"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 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."
~Rabindrath Tagore
