Life as a Gift





(Before praying in Sakya Monastery, Nepal – Photographed by G.Budianto)


The ancient Masters slept without dreams and woke up without worries.

Their food was plain.  Their breath came from deep inside them.

They didn’t cling to life, weren’t anxious about death.

They emerged without desire and re-entered without resistance.

They came easily; they went easily.

They didn’t forget where they were from; they didn’t ask where they were going.

They took everything as it came, gladly, and walked into death without fear.  

They accepted life as a gift, and they handed it back gratefully.





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