∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙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. https://www.gutenberg.org/files/58585/58585-h/58585-h.htm