The calm that thickens the air allowing you to believe that for a second you are the only person, the only 'god' still walking the Earth. The peacefulness beckons to your soul and asks you to join it under the shade of a worn down tree. History grabs hungrily at every fiber of your mortality and your imagination begins to take over; questioning each name, each date, each age - wondering where that person's life really began and where it really ended. The story of each life panned out for you to guess as your eyes drift from stone to stone.
On Death
The 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 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 form 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
Walker & Company
Phoenix Press, 1923
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