On Death

Then 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 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 your 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
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 kind whose hand is to be laid upon him in
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 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
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
  – from The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)