Hi, I wish I could claim this poem as my own, because to me it seems to have themes of Buddhism and Craniosacral Biodynamics streaming through it. The universal intelligence interpenetrates all form and with Buddhism, form is emptiness (perhaps a living, breathing, pulsing, luminous emptiness). I will seek out the title… (don’t know it at present).
By Rabindranath Tagore:
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 in tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
it is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of life and death,
ebb and flow.