“Nobody knows that in your blood
Dance the waves of the ocean
And murmur the sighs of forests.
Today I remember
How I have noiselessly floated down the stream of Time,
Slipping from life to life,
Changing from form to form.
In the night, in the morning,
All I received, I gave away
In ever new gifts,
In ever new songs”
Rabindranath Tagore. 1955. A Flight of Swans.