In memory of....

We would ask now of Death.
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day
cannot unveil the mystery of the light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires
lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow
your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden
your gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd before the king
whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling,
that he shall wear the mark of the king.
Yet is he not more mindful of the trembling.


For what is it to die but to stand
naked in the wind and melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to
free the breath from its restless tides,
that it may rise and expand and seek god unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence
shall you indeed to sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then shall you begin to climb.
and when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.


Taken from "The Prophet" and dedicated to Aeneas and Julie. All my love- sungod