I was Raw, Cooked and then Burned When I die and You see my coffin carried on their shoulders, do not suppose that I carry the trouble of the world with me. Do not cry for me, do not say "what misfortune," or "aa" the time for such lament is when you fall into satan's trap.
When you see my corpse do not bewail the separetion for then begins my meeting, my finding.
When they put me in the grave do not say farewell. The grave is the shroud before heaven's gate.
You have seen the sunset, so watch it rise. Does setting bring any harm to the sun or moon? What seed ever fell to the ground without growing? Why doubt that the seed of man will grow when it is sown?
You think I have been lowered into the ground, don't you? But under my feet are the seven skies.
In this ocean, there is no dying for us In this ocean, there is no grief, no mourning. In this ocean, there is all the love you can accept
This is an ocean of goodness, and generosity
Lay down you-ness and come, let me lay down my i-ness and come
Let us meet in the ONE, and dive into the river of truths. This river, holding whatever is good and beautiful...