When I Die - Rumi

Few poets have spoken about death with such luminous clarity as Rumi. In these lines he reminds us that what the world calls dying may not be a departure at all, but a homecoming into the eternal arms of love. In the quiet between heartbeats a whisper calls you home, you are not broken you are becoming. These threads of silence and sound are letters from the threshold, offerings from the edge of stillness. Nigel TEA AND ZEN - MAIN LIBRARY DONATE