~The Beauty of Death~
~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?
The veil that clouds your eyes
shall be lifted by the hand
that wove it.
And the clay that fills your ears
shall be pierced by those fingers
that kneaded it
And you shall see
And you shall hear
For in that day
you shall know
the hidden purposes in all things~
~Dry your tears, raise your heads
as flowers hold up their stems
at the coming of the dawn.
Hold your breath,
and listen with me for a moment
to the rustle of white wings.
Bury me among lilies and jasmine.
Do not weep for me
but sing a song of youth and joy
Do not disturb
the peace of the ether
with funeral orations
but let your heart sing praises with me
for the afterlife
and for eternity.
Do not wear black at my funeral,
but white, as at a betrothal.
Do not speak of my departure
with tears in your voices rather,
close your eyes
and you will see me among you
today and tomorrow.
With soft steps
take me to a verdant cradle
in the distant countryside.
Cover me with handfuls of earth
and with iris, jasmine
and wild rose seeds.
They will germinate on my grave
and breathe in the elements of my body.
And so they will grow,
wafting through the air
my heart's perfume,
and showing to the sun
the secrets of my hands;
and they will bend with the breeze,
recalling to the passer-by
my dreams and inclinations
of bygone days…
Here I am at the top of a mountain,
my spirit drifting through the space of freedom…
I am far away.
I hear only
the hymns of eternity
accompanying my spirits journey.~
~We shall see each other again
and we shall drink
the morning dew
from the cups
of narcissus flowers~
~Kahlil Gibran ~
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