a few friends of mine still send me christmas cards via snail mail -- a novelty these days which i treasure. one friend in particular wrote this verse:
"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 tulmultuous 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 flow. i feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. and my pride is from the lifethrob of ages dancing in my blood this moment." -- rabindranath tagore from gitanjali
and in another card that was sent the year before:
"listening to your heart is not simple. finding out who you are is not simmple. it takes a lot of hardwork and courage to get to know who you are and what you want." -- sue bender
"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 tulmultuous 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 flow. i feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. and my pride is from the lifethrob of ages dancing in my blood this moment." -- rabindranath tagore from gitanjali
and in another card that was sent the year before:
"listening to your heart is not simple. finding out who you are is not simmple. it takes a lot of hardwork and courage to get to know who you are and what you want." -- sue bender
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