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 truly you shall dance.


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I read this at the funeral when my brother died...

...it gave me the comfort to peaceful enough to have some strength through it all...