Dry your tears, my friends, and raise your heads as the flowers raise their crowns to greet the dawn.
Look at the bride of Death standing like a column of light between my bed and the infinite;
Hold your breath and listen with me to the beckoning rustle of her white wings.
From "The Beauty of Death" by Kahlil Gibran.
Read MoreThe traveler has reached the end of the journey! In the freedom of the Infinite, she (he) is free from all sorrows, the fetters that found her are thrown away, and the burning fever of life is no more. She is calm like the earth that endures; she is stead like a column that is firm; she is pure like a lake that is clear. In the light of her vision, she has found her freedom; her thoughts are peace, her words are peace, and her work is peace.
From Infinite Freedom, Chapter Seven of The Dharmapada.
Read MoreMay you be free of fear, and know you are cared for. May you be free of concern, and rest in peacefulness. May your body and mind be free of pain, and may your spirit find comfort. Know you are a precious child/son/daughter, and are loved beyond all telling.
By David L. Bieniek, author "Candlelight & Blessings: Symbols and Rituals for Dying and Grieving"
Read MoreYou have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come, to take you back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.
Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.