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 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.