Free

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 unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence

shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top,

then shall you begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs,

then shall you truly dance.

-Kahlil Gibran

Please send thoughts of comfort to my mother Roberta, and her brothers and sisters, as they say goodbye to their mother today.