You are not enclosed within your bodies,
nor confined to houses or fields.
That which is you
dwells above the mountain
and roves the wind.
Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly at night.
It is the breath of a buffalo
in the winter time;
It is the little shadow
which runs across the grass
and loses itself in the sunset.
Last words of Crowfoot, Blackfoot hunter
Perhaps they are not stars,
But rather openings in Heaven
Where the love of our lost ones
Shines down to let us know
They are with us.
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