This is simply elegant and exquisite.
I wish we could all approach death with such acceptance, fearlessness and wonder.
As my own mother slowly becomes a walking ghost in this world, I witness the suffering that clinging to everything that “was” visits upon her. We are helpless to ease her suffering, and she is nearing the end of this world in a great deal of psychic pain.
No one can really know how they will feel when faced with old age, infirmity, chronic illness, or impending death. Until they are. Having had a couple of near death experiences, and losing some important people in my life, I have reflected on my own death perhaps more than most people. I’m not sure. I don’t wish to suffer now or then, so I accept with gratitude what comes each day. The fact of my own death is inevitable; how I relate to it is optional.
Because I will exit this life, part of my daily practice is meditating on death, on what it means to have a good death. I think that means living without fear, in equanimity, and in gratitude for the wonder of it all.
What do you think?