A lover looks at creek water and wants to be that quick
to fall, to kneel, then all
the way down in full prostration. A lover wants to die of
his love like a man with
dropsy who knows that water will kill him, but he can't deny
his thirst. A lover loves
death, which is God's way of helping us evolve from mineral
to vegetable to animal, the one
incorporating the others. Then animal becomes Adam, and the
next will take us beyond what
we can imagine, into the mystery of we are all returning.
Don't fear death. Spill your
jug in the river! Your attributes disappear, but the essence
moves on. Your shame and fear
are like felt layers covering coldness. Throw them off, and
rush naked into the joy of death.