BeauChaotica

Anything that has a shape, will crumble away.
Anything in a flock will disband.
We are all like bees, alone in this world.
Buzzing and searching, with no place to rest.

So we offer this prayer.

Delusions are as various as the reflections of the moon on a rippling sea.
Beings so easily become caught in a net of confused pain.
May I develop compassion boundless as the sky,
So that all may rest in the clear light of their own awareness.

Do not be afraid;

You are dying.
And the four great elements of your body are collapsing one into the other.
It feels as if you are being crushed by mountains, tossed by waves, scorched and carried off by a strong wind.
This is the bardo of dying.

Do not resist this.
Do not be afraid.

Oh son of noble family, your time of death has arrived.
Now let your compassion be limitless as space.
Let your mind be at peace.
Rest in this - the vast empty luminosity of mind itself.