“For what is it to die but to stand naked

in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is 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 form the river of

silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain

top. then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your

limbs, then shall you truly dance.”

 

On Death

~ Kahlil Gibran