The Tibetan Book Of The Dead.

Even if you feel you don’t have the time, might I suggest you turn this up real loud and go do the dishes, make the kids lunches, sort your laundry or cook dinner and listen. Just listen.

The thought of being born now promises great relief…

As an unpleasant smell borne on a summer breeze…

Soon we all will die. Our hopes and fears will be irrelevant.

These images become our complete reality

and we submit, without thinking

to their dance.

In all the movements of this dance we project

our greatest fears on death

and we make every effort

to ignore it.


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