Friday, January 7



Originally uploaded by B!.

I don't necessarily feel this today, but it's so beautifully written that I wanted to share it.


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:
from Gitanjali

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

MAN, I WOULD TOTALLY LET YOU PICK THE ART FOR MY HOUSE OUT! NICE JOB ON THE PICKS.

3:45 PM  
Blogger B. said...

Thank you. If I could get my hands on any of the art posted here, I probably would keep it for myself. :)

12:46 PM  

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