Stream of Life<\/strong><\/p>\nThe same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
\n runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.<\/p>\n
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
\n in numberless blades of grass
\n and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.<\/p>\n
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
\n and of death, in ebb and in flow.<\/p>\n
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
\n And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.<\/p>\n
— Rabindranath Tagore <\/em>\/ 1913
\n from Gitaljali
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On this day, that we call the last day of the year, I bow to the Holy that makes life live by spiraling and sprouting up through each one of us, grasses, muscles, milk, stars, air and deep water fish, day\u00a0in and day out, year in and year out, breath in and breath out, ending again and beginning again and always in motion, dancing the worlds into being and spiraling and sprouting from and to a time beyond our own.<\/p>\n
Happy New Year, my dearest friends.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This is one of my favorite poems to say, to hear, to feel the echo of spiraling through the past and the future and the present. \u00a0We heard it at the end of the Nia New Year’s class this morning. I Live My Life I live my life in growing orbits, which move out over […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1636","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ongoing-nia-classes","category-poem-of-the-week"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1636","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1636"}],"version-history":[{"count":18,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1636\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1654,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1636\/revisions\/1654"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1636"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1636"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1636"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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