St. Simeon Skete, Taylorsville Kentucky USA

With St. Simeon, the God receiver, as our patron, the skete seeks to practice the ideals found in our Rule, The Thousand Day Nazareth. In simplicity and poverty, the skete embraces the struggle of inner life through the practice of the Prayer Rope.

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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

When I die 

When I die




















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


















have you ever seen a bucket



 lowered into a well



 coming back empty



 why lament for a soul



 when it can come back



 like Joseph from the well



















when for the last time



 you close your mouth



 your words and soul 



will belong to the world



 of no place no time



















~RUMI, ghazal number 911, translated May 18, 1992, by Nader Khalili.






















































































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