When death comes, will I be ready? In what pastures have I allowed this mind to roam? In what goodness have I trained it? Death may be only as far away as the next outbreath so why do I allow my heart to remain obsessed with the playthings of lust, hatred and delusion? Like a fool I go about my day never truly believing that death stalks me like a hunter its prey. Many loved ones have already passed from the human form I once knew and all others will as well in time. What excuse can I have for this ignorance?
May we awaken to the reality of death, separation and suffering and strive to put an end to it.
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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