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ask now of Death 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 Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling... 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 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. |
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