antoinette goodbody
On the day I die, don’t say she’s gone/he’s gone.
On the day I die, don’t say she’s gone/he’s gone.
Death has nothing to do with going away.
The sun sets, and the moon sets, but they are not gone.
Death is a coming together.
The human seed goes down into the ground like a bucket,
and comes up with some unimagined beauty.
Your mouth closes here
and immediately opens
with a shout of joy
there.
Blessings to all–
A wonderful Rumi poem i think Ellen and you Jim would love
antoinette
Thursday September 7, 2017 at 12:08 am