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.
