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Chapter 27 - Death |
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Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death." |
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| 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 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. |
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| 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 the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd
when he stands before the king whose hand is to be
laid upon him in honour. |
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| Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling,
that he shall wear the mark of the king? Yet is he
not more mindful of his trembling? |
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| For what is it to die but to stand naked in the
wind and to 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? |
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| Only when you drink from 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. |
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