Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead.
So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?
Prabhujee Dayaa Karo,
Maname Aana Baso.
Tuma Bina Laage soonaa,
Khaali Ghatame Prema Bharo.
Tantra Mantra Poojaa Nahi Jaanu,
Mai To Kevala Tumako Hi Maanu.
Sare Jaga Me Dhundaa Tumako,
Aba To Aakara Baahan Dharo.Divine being, have mercy on me.
Come, reside in my heart.
Without you, I feel an emptiness.
Fill up my hollow entity with love.
I don’t know the rituals, chants, and prayers.
I just know that I believe in you.
I searched the whole world for you.
Now, please come, take my hand and lead me.
I am of the nature to grow old.
There is no way to escape growing old.
I am of the nature to have ill-health.There is no way to escape having ill-health.I am of the nature to die.There is no way to escape death.All that is dear to me and everyone I loveis of the nature to change.There is no way to escape being separated from them.My actions are my only true belongings.I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.My actions are the ground on which I stand.–Buddha
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it
in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day
cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death,
open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one,
even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies
your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow
your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams,
for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd
when he stands before the king whose hand is to be
laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling,
that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind
and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath
from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand
and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence
shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top,
then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs,
then shall you truly dance.
There are more like us. All over the worldThere are confused people, who can't rememberThe name of their dog when they wake up, and peopleWho love God but can't remember whereHe was when they went to sleep. It'sAll right. The world cleanses itself this way.A wrong number occurs to you in the middleOf the night, you dial it, it rings just in timeTo save the house. And the second-story manGets the wrong address, where the insomniac lives,And he's lonely, and they talk, and the thiefGoes back to college. Even in graduate school,You can wander into the wrong classroom,And hear great poems lovingly spokenBy the wrong professor. And you find your soulAnd greatness has a defender, and even in deathyou're safe.
You are immortal; you’ve existed for billions of years in different manifestations, because you are Life, and Life cannot die.
You are in the trees, the butterflies, the fish, the air, the moon,
Wherever you go, you are there, waiting for yourself.
—Don Miguel Ruiz