Stream of Life

The same stream of lifethat runs through my veins night and day runs through the worlds 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 earth, 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.