The Gylanic Center

Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, p.p. 71-72, On Death

 

 

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 spring.

Trust these 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 honour.

Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?

Yes 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, 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.

 

 

 

 

Conversations with God Book 1

 

Neal Donald Walsch

 

 

There is no judgment in what you call the afterlife. You will not even be allowed to judge yourself (for you would surely give yourself a low score, given how judgmental and unforgiving you are with yourself in this life).

 

No, there is no accounting, no one giving “thumbs-up” or “thumbs-down.” Only humans are judgmental, and because you are, you assume that I must be. Yet I am not—and that is a great truth you cannot accept.

 

Nonetheless, while there will be no judgment in the afterlife, there will be opportunity to look again at all you have thought, said, and done here, and to decide if that is what you would choose again, based on Who You say You Are, and Who You Want to Be.

 

(p. 183)

 

 

 

 

I will dance

 

Judith Mahrer

 

 

I will dance in the meadow with sunbeams reflecting off the pond,

 

I will eat moonbeam ice cream,

 

I will wear beautiful, multi-colored garments 

 

woven from specially dyed yarns.

 

I will sing magical songs to my grandchildren

 

which they will remember all their lives

 

and sing to their children.

 

I will correspond with mythic heroes and heroines, long dead,

 

who will share their secrets with me

 

and I will incorporate those stories

 

into my own writing.

 

I will travel on magic carpets to far-away lands

 

and meet people whose language I will miraculously understand

 

and whose food I will find delicious.

 

I will become a wise woman whose experiences everyone will learn from.

 

I will achieve immortality before I die.

 

I will be outrageous, dancing in the meadow of my life,

 

wrapped in moonbeams,

 

decorated with stars

 

and singing ancient songs 

 

with words I never knew before.

 

I will grow into myself, 

 

I will become who I truly am.

 

I write all this down to share with others.

 

I will keep my promises to myself.