Kahlil Gibran is one of my favorites. My heart expands when I read his words. In The Prophet he says this of death:

“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…

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?

Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling…

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing…”

 

The art of living is the art of dying.

Change. Transition. From moment to moment, breath to breath. It is all we are doing here, eternally.