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    <title>Gaia: Now I Can See The Moon - SPIRITUALITY - Stream of Life - part of Gitanjali by Tagore</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 09:41:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Stream of Life - part of Gitanjali by Tagore</title>
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      <dc:creator>Taikunping</dc:creator>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stream of Life&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in numberless blades of grass &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and of death, in ebb and in flow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a very small part of &amp;#39;Gitanjali&amp;#39; by Tagore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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