∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙the mysterious mysteries of a listening soul

There are no graves here. These mountains & plains are a cradle & a stepping stone. Whenever you pass by the field where you have laid your ancestors look well thereupon & you shall see yourselves & your children dancing hand in hand. An excerpt from Kahlil Gibran's novel The Prophet. http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks02/0200061h.html#1