On that fatal day when my casket rolls along,
don't think my heart is in this world.
Don't cry, don't wail in anguish,
don't fall into a hole the demons have dug.
That surely would be sad.
When you see my procession, don't say I'm gone.
It will be my reunion.
As you see that lowering down,
think of rising.
What harm is in the setting moon or sun?
What seems a setting to you is a dawning.
Though it may seem a prison,
this vault releases the soul.
Unless a seed enters the earth it doesn't grow.
Why are you doubting this human seed?
Unless the bucket goes down,
it won't come up full.
Why should the Joseph of the spirit resent the well?
Close your mouth here and open it beyond,
and in the nowhere air it will be your song.
~ Rumi
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