The ideas in the recent blog post (Dealing with Terminal Illness) by Om Swami are quite in line with Tagore's Gitanjali Verse '...because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well...':
'I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life.
What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery
like a bud in the forest at midnight?
When in the morning I looked upon the light
I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world,
that the inscrutable without name and form had taken me
in its arms in the form of my own mother.
Even so, in death the same unknown will appear
as ever known to me.
And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.
The child cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away
to find in the very next moment its consolation in the left one.'
'I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life.
What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery
like a bud in the forest at midnight?
When in the morning I looked upon the light
I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world,
that the inscrutable without name and form had taken me
in its arms in the form of my own mother.
Even so, in death the same unknown will appear
as ever known to me.
And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.
The child cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away
to find in the very next moment its consolation in the left one.'
