The great mystery, Death. What is this stage of our consciousness that we all must enter? Who does not fear this for ourselves and for our loved ones? Unless of course one has come to the point of Knowing that One is not the transient body. The wise prepare for the inevitable. Sharpen the mind to the point of illumined understanding of one's own nature and have compassion for all who suffer through our ignorance of what we are not.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Tibetan Poetry
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