Daevid Allen, musician and poet, born 13 January 1938; died 13 March 2015
“Nothing makes sense when you talk about Daevid Allen. Everything makes sense.”
“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides.
that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountaintop, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”