All that ever was exists now
In the living body of the being
We call Universe, Goddess.
She breathes in ...
We are born.
She breathes out ...
We die.
But birth and death are on the same wheel
Which is always turning,
Like the tide
Or the changes of the moon.
We become ancestors,
The unborn,
The newborn,
The guardians of those to come.
Cherish the turning,
The letting go and the bringing forth,
Decay and growth,
Life and death.
All points on the wheel are sacred.
Embrace the change.
— from The Pagan Book of Living and Dying by Starhawk