Even if, bright as a flash of lightning,Midnight.
Death were to strike you today,
Be prepared to die without sorrow
Or regret, giving up attachment to
What you are leaving behind.
Without ever ceasing to recognize
The authentic view of the real,
Leave this life like the eagle
That soars into the blue sky.
- Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche (1910-1991)
I'm already dead. Nor have I ever been born.
D5, galvanized box nails. Five pounds of them.
Aspirations to Holy Spirit throughout.