"All We Practice For Is Death," Shishya KC gets a hit

Published on Mar 06, 2008 by in Bardo Training

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Dear Coach,
yesterday a male Finch flew into my window and dropped. i went outside to see if he was alive. he was, barely. i picked him up, cradled him lovingly in my hands and chanted the Sacred Mantra. i stroked his feather-soft and delicate body, unattached to whether he would live or die, i prayed for his safe passage through the bardo. i laid him down in a sunny spot and created a circle of rocks around him for protection. his heart was pounding but he was beginning to close his sweet eyes. i went inside and cried.
death. life. impermanence.
later, i went outside because curiosity got the best of me. he was gone.
he survived.

not sure why i am sharing this story with you. i guess because at that moment i realized that all we practice for is death. and i’m not just saying that because i read those Rinpoche ‘glimpses’ everyday.

just a another few potent moments.

love,
WF Online Shishya kc

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