The same stream of life that runs through Your veins night and day
runs through Me 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 the glorious soul and of the streaming life, coming out of You!
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my entity, speaking of you all this moment.
runs through Me 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 the glorious soul and of the streaming life, coming out of You!
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my entity, speaking of you all this moment.
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