Monday, July 05, 2010

Not Dead Yet

 
A good friend is dying of cancer.  Seeing her struggle with the problem of birth and death is, in some way, her gift to all of us around her.  What a price for this gift!
 
When she says "I am afraid", she is the fear.  When she suffers from physical pain, she is the pain.  When she cries saying "I will miss my children", she is impermanence.  
 
When I say "Then what am I?", I do not even see the finger pointing at the sunset.