One is afraid of death because
one fears that time will continue without us.
But time requires thought and death brings
the end of thought, so time comes to an end.
No worries. Time will not continue without us.
We’ll both go together.
Birth and death are witnessed by others.
For us, just a second hand story.
From my own experience, I was not born.
The world just appeared one day
and one day presumably, it will disappear.
For those watching it will be the death of me.
For me it will be the end of the world.
This post is from a collection of stories, essays, poems and insights that have occurred to me along the Way titled From to Lamas: Confessions of a Bodhisattva.