Spirituele stervensbegeleiding. U mag hier stukjes verwachten die daar mee te maken hebben,uit eigen ervaring en stukjes die me aanspreken. De wind die raast zal een veer laten zweven, een veer die geen weerstand kent wordt hierdoor verplaatst. Onze gedachten los laten en zijn zoals een veer, zal ons doen zweven, we zullen hierdoor de schatkamers kunnen binnen treden van innerlijke rust.
zondag 3 januari 2016
When I die, RUMI
When I die, when my coffin is being taken out
You must never think I am missing this world.
Don't shed any tears, don't lament or feel sorry. I'm not falling into a monster's abyss.
When you see my corpse is being carried,
Don't cry for my leaving.
I'm not leaving, I'm arriving at eternal love.
When you leave me in the grave, don't say goodbye.
Remember a grave is only a curtain for the paradise behind.
You'll only see me descending into a grave, now watch me rise.
How can there be an end? When the sun sets
Or the moon goes down, it looks like the end,
It seems like a sunset, but in reality it is a dawn.
When the grave locks you up, that is when your soul is freed.
Have you ever seen a seed fallen to earth not rise with a new life?
Why should you doubt the rise of a seed named human?. . .
When for the last time you close your mouth,
Your words and soul will belong to the world of no place, no time.
Rumi
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