On the day I die , when I ' m being carried toward the grave , don ' t weep . Don ' t say , He ' s gone ! He ' s gone . Death has nothing to do with going away . The sun sets and the moon sets , but they ' re not gone . Death is a coming together . The tomb loos like a prison , but it ' s really release into union . The human seed goes down in the ground like a bucket into the well . It grows and comes up full of some unimagined beauty . Your mouth closes here and immediately opens with a shout of joy there .
One who does what the Friend wants done will never need a friend . There ' s a bankruptcy that ' s pure gain . The moon stays bright when it doesn ' t avoid the night . A rose ' s rarest essence lives in the thorn .