Rumi Poem on disposal of his body
There is a lovely poem which I once heard from my Master, Kirpal (1894-1974) when Maulana Rumi spoke to disciples of his impending death.
When I die, take my body and cut it into pieces;
Spread it as manure on the field.
In that field, plant grain, and when ripe, gather it;
Then grind into flour, and bake it into bread;
Not those who eat that bread,
But those who serve it,
Shall have divine intoxication!