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February 12, 2012

When Death Arrives

All the relatives from my past are dead. Parents, grandparents, sister, aunts, uncles; all dead. What is in the past shall remain there. We move forward as others will move forward after my death. A monk asked the master: "How are you when death arrives?" The master replied: "When served tea, I take tea. When served a meal, I take a meal." We do what we can with what we have in front of us.  Death knows where to find us. Why try to hide or deny it?