Posted by: Michael | 02/17/2017

When the End Comes

When the end comes, what will I do? Maybe there will be fear, panic and disbelief but maybe I can meet the end with calm, knowing: this is my kamma. 

All of us must die. None of us can escape the pain of separation. All of us must be joined with the undesirable. But, regardless of how the dukkha manifests, we can be certain that it is the fruit of seeds once planted. 

Until the end comes, may I see the ripening of suffering as a blessing and a purification. May I not add suffering onto suffering and bear with it if I am unable to comprehend it. 


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