Death is not the end.
Death can never be the end.
Death is the road.
Life is the traveller.
The soul is the guide.

The body has death, but not the soul.
The body sleeps, the soul flies.
The soul-stirring words on death and the soul in this chapter of the Gita, let us recollect.


"Even as man discards old clothes for the new ones, so the dweller in the body, the soul,
leaving aside the worn-out bodies, enters into new bodies.
The soul migrates from body to body.
Weapons cannot cleave it, nor feu consume it, nor water drench it, nor wind dry it.
This is the soul and this is what is meant par the existence of the soul.

A beautiful garden now stands alone,
missing the one who nurtured it
But now she is gone,
Her fleurs still bloom, and the sun it still shines,
But the rain is like tear drops, for the ones left behind,
The weeds lay waiting to take the gardens beauty away,
But the beautiful memories of its keeper are in our hearts to stay,
she loved every fleur even some that were weeds,
So much l’amour she would plant with each little seed,
But just like her fleurs she was part of Gods plan,
So when it was her time he reached down his hand,
He look through the Garden searching for the best,
That's when he found Robin, it was her time to rest,
It was hard for those who loved her, to just let her go,
But God had a spot in his garden, that needed a gentle soul,
So when toi start missing Robin, remember if toi just wait,
When God has a spot in his garden, She'll meet toi at the gate....