Monday, April 22, 2013

On Death

They have come for you a lot! How very sad I think that we have to sit by a tree and say to you what we would only like to say to you here on this earth and still with us! I wonder maybe if we would have talked more, maybe if they would have come more, maybe we all wouldn't be sitting by a dam tree and crying right now! What a beautiful thing for your sweet friends to do! In grieving the loss of your life they find it in their hearts to come and pay tribute to you and the place gifts for you! Where you took your last breath and where a beautiful life just ceased to exist. I really, really, really hate this tree! I think you know that Mathew Jacob, I really think you know! I feel you as I am sitting here beneath it. As I am praying for you and your safe passage to Heaven, I feel you with me. And I wonder, is it really fair to hate something that God made and is so beautiful, the tree didn't take your life, that was a choice that you made. I can only hope and pray God was with you the night you took your own life and that he held you and took you away to heaven, I will pray for this until I see your sweet face again, God I pray for that as well!

On Death

Then Almitra spoke, saying, 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 heath 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 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 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 honor. 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?

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?

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.

The Prophet
Kahlil Gibran

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