“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
Oh, the sweet taste of connection. We may forget this marvelous taste now and then, but it eventually makes its way back to us. The craving starts, and we may try to satisfy it through various other means – unsuccessfully – until we realize we just have to surrender to the all encompassing Essence. And when we do… oh, the sweet taste of connection.