Stream of Life

As I was contemplating life today and how things can all change so quickly but there seems to be a stream or flow to life that if we pay attention to it, we will be swept away on the right path, in the right direction at the right time. All of this reminded me of a poem by Tagore, 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

Happy Monday!

Cheers,

Sassi