Death – Soysal’s Teacher

you would know the secret of death…
but how shall you find it…

unless you seek it in the heart 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 you heart wide unto the body 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…
your fear of death is but the trembling of the
shepherd when he stands before the king of whose hand it 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 more mindful of his trembling?

for what is it to die but to stand
naked in the wind and to melt in the sun?

and what is it to cease breathing but to free
breath from it’s restless tides,
that it may rise and expand and see 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…

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