Clear pebbles of the rain - Mary Oliver

If there is life after the earth-life, will you come with me? Even then? Since we’re bound to be something, why not together.

When death comes….
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what it’s going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

"For years and years I struggled
just to love my life. And then

the butterfly
rose, weightless, in the wind.
"Don't love you life
too much," it said,

and vanished
into the world."