LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

It is not the decomposing body

That holds the most beauty in death,

For matter returns to the earth,

In a simple and natural cycle.

But the soul in illumination,

That finds its rebirth in death,

Free from the prisons of flesh,

To be enveloped in divine light.

Beauty is not in the end of the body,

That dissolves in profound silence,

But in the journey of the soul,

That transcends the limits of the world.

It is in death that the soul flourishes,

Towards eternal truth,

Where the light of life shines

And the divine essence expresses itself.

Thus, in death, what is most beautiful

Is not the body that departs,

But the soul that, in its infinite light,

Joins the divine, the eternal father.

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