Same.

The same stream of life that runs
through my veins night and day runs
through the world and dances in rhythmic measure.

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 oceans-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