Prayer by Rumi

I found this prayer by Rumi (13th century Sufi poet) sung at a life celebration service so very beautiful and I’d like to share it with you here:

On the day I die

Don’t weep, don’t cry

He’s gone, he’s gone

The sun sets

The moon retires

But they’re not gone, for long

The tomb becomes a womb

Death and birth are so alike

The buried seed

Stretches down and reaches for the light

The bucket lowers

Dips and fills so all may bloom

Unimagined beauty

Fills the room

Your mouth closes here

And opens with a shout of joy there

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