Don’t grieve. Anything you Lose Comes Round in Another Form.
On the day I die, when I'm being carried toward the grave, don't weep.
Don't say, He's gone! He's gone.
Death has nothing to do with going away.
The sun sets and
the moon sets, but they're not gone.
Death is a coming together.
The tomb looks like a prison, but it's really
release into union. The human seed goes down in the ground like a bucket.
It grows and comes up full of some unimagined beauty.
Your mouth closes here and immediately opens with a shout of joy there.