Death

You would know the secret of death.

But how shall you find it

unless you seek it in the heart of life?

For life and death are one,

even as the river and the 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.

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?

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.