I died as a mineral and became a plant,I died as a plant and rose to animal,I died as an animal and I was Man.Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Don’t grieve.Anything you lose comes round in another form.The child weaned from mother’s milkNow drinks wine and honey mixed.God’s joys move from unmarked box to unmarked box,from cell to cell.As rainwater,down into flowerbedAnd roses, up from ground.