For what it is to die

For what it is 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 it’s restless tides, that it may rise

and expand and seek through 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 reclaim your limbs,

then you shall truly dance.


Kahlil Gubran (1883 – 1931)

Andrea Jackson The Holistic Celebrant

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