I left this off our previous post of quotes about growth and rebirth because I decided it deserved a space of its own. I don’t recall ever reading anything by this author before. Following a little research, I learned that Rabindranath Tagore was a Bengali poet, novelist, musician, painter and playwrite. He was also the first non-Westerner to earn the Nobel prize for literature.

Anyway, I thought this passage was a particularly beautiful welcome for springtime. Hope you agree.

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, Gitanjali