Even in Death, Squirrelessence Keeps Giving!

The really great thing about small children is that they are still free.

Not yet limited by a bunch of concepts, they are free to be the love that they are.

Here is a beautiful exchange of love between a little girl and a dead squirrel she found

in her neighborhood. What a beautiful display of love! What a teacher she is!

~When you have the eyes of love, love is all you see!~

- squirrelady

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 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 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 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?

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.

-excerpt from The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran