And So We Dance

 

And thus you will dance to your death here,

on this hilltop, at the end of the day.

And in your last dance you will tell of your struggle,

of the battles you have won and of those you have lost;

you will tell of your joys and bewilderments

upon encountering personal power.

Your dance will tell about the secrets

and about the marvels you have stored.

And your death will sit here and watch you.

The dying sun will glow on you without burning,

as it has done today.

The wind will be soft and mellow

and your hilltop will tremble.

As you reach the end of your dance

you will look at the sun,

for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming,

and then your death will point to the south.

To the vastness.

Carlos Castaneda, Journey to Ixtlan