Here is a gift from Sky when a friend of mine lost a loved one.

How do I know that loving life is not a delusion? How do I know that
in hating death I am not like a man who, having left home in his
youth, has forgotten the way back.

   -Chang Tzu  (ancient Chinese philosopher)

What happens after death is so unspeakably glorious that our
imaginations and feelings do not suffice to form even an approximate
conception of it.

  -C.G. Jung (pioneer psycholanalyst)

Rumi was a twelfth century Persian mystical Poet-called by some the
Shakespeare of the East, and by some the greatest mystical poet of all
time.

Do not cry, “Alas you are gone!” at my graveside: For me, this is a
time of joyful meeting!
Do not bid me “Farewell” when I am lowered into my grave:
I have passed through the curtain to eternal grace!

    - Rumi

Everyone is so frightened of death,
But the true Sufis just laugh.
Nothing overpowers their hearts.
What strikes the oyster shell does not harm the pearl.

     -Rumi

If the spiritual universe and to way to it were shown,
No one would remain in this world for a single moment.

   Rumi

When I die and you wish to visit me
Do not come to my grave without a drum,
For at God’s banquet mourners have no place.

    -Rumi

The grave itself is but a covered bridge leading from light to light,
through a brief darkness!

  -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The body itself is a screen to shield and partially reveal the light
that’s blazing inside your presence.

   -Rumi

Deepening The Wonder
Death is a favor to us
But our scales have lost their balance.
The impermanence of the body
Should give us great clarity
Deepening the wonder in our senses and eyes
Of this mysterious existence we share.
And which we are surely just traveling through.
f I were in the Tavern tonight
Hafiz would call for drinks
And as the Master poured
I would be reminded
That all I know of life and myself is that
We are just a midair flight of golden wine
Between His Pitcher and His Cup.
If I were in the Tavern tonight
I would buy freely for everyone in this world
Because our marriage with the Cruel Beauty
Of time and space cannot endure very long.
Death is a favor to us.
But our minds have lost their balance.
The miraculous existence and impermanence of Form
Always makes the illumined ones
Laugh and sing.
Hafiz—14th century Persian poet
translated by Daniel Ladinski
in The subject tonight is love

If you cannot pay your debts without selling the house, sell it. If
you have no umbrella in the rain, get wet. Does it matter? All
outside your mind and even your body will go in a few years, or
perhaps tomorrow. All problems, even the twin illusion of life and
death, are alike good fun, if so regarded. Was any man ever happier
for being unhappy about death. And did he live any longer? Is
suffering made less by the tears about it? Or another’s pain removed
by your abundant gloom? Do what seems wise to be done, forget it and
walk on. Even if you come to a precipice, why walk round it or back
from it. Why not go over it? It is probably the shortest way there.

   -Christmas Humphreys

And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can
be none in the future,
And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn’d to
beautiful results,
And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
-Walt Whitman

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