Carol, I hope we'll get to meet someday!

This little poem is by Rumi (classic Sufi poet and mystic). I found it in a book by Hazrat Inayat Khan called The Music of Life. It seems to fit in here quite well ...

I died as a mineral, and rose a plant,
I died as a plant, and rose again an animal,
I died as an animal, and rose a man.
Why then should I fear to become less by dying?

I shall die once again as a man,
To rise an angel, perfect from head to foot.
Again, when I suffer dissolution as an angel,
I shall become what passes the conception of man.


A mineral??? Maybe that's why I can be so rock-headed at times! A plant??? Well I just bet I produced more than a few big beautiful sparkling sticky sensi buds ... then in my next life I probably came back as a deer and ate 'em ....

;-)   daylia