Yellow leaves hang on your tree of life.
The messengers of death are waiting.
You are going to travel far away.
Have you any provisions for the journey?
Make an island for yourself. Hasten and strive. Be wise.
With the dust of impurities blown off, and free from sinful passions,
you will come unto the glorious land of the great.
You are at the end of your life. You are going to meet Death.
There is no resting-place on your way,
and you have no provision for the journey.
Make therefore an island for yourself. Hasten and strive. Be wise.
With the dust of impurities blown off, and free from sinful passions,
you will be free from birth that must die, y
ou will be free from old age that ends in death.
There is no path in the sky and a monk must find the inner path.
All things indeed pass away, but the Buddhas are for ever in Eternity.
--The Dhammapada
Warmie
