Last Rites India

From Nowhere to Nowhere

I am feeble and a man of small virtue. I offended many. My life is wasted. Life deceived me. Ashamed to face myself, I die.

I am removing my cap; hair disheveled over my face; I leave to the elements the decay and dismemberment of my body…. They can never harm my soul. In a little while I will be gone from among you. Where, I cannot tell. From nowhere we came, into nowhere we go. Tomorrow, at sunrise, I shall no longer be here!

Now at peace, I wonder what life is? It is a flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. www.lastritesindia.com
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LOSS OF DEATH?

A man's losses come from his gains,
As the darkness comes from light;

Ignorance materializes from knowledge,
As weakness originates from strength;

Chaos is ever present in order,
As laziness exists in hard work;

Hate manifests from love,
As the death from life!

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READY TO GREET

In the middle of youth and song,
In between feasting and festival,
In the thick of laughter and love,
Comes Death on its silent feet.

It is beyond worship or wealth
Death is the final end!
Let us get ready to greet
Death is the only friend!
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ART OF LIFE = ART OF DEATH

When you see the death of a person or just be near him while he is dying you will be filled with strange sudden joy. Tears are not of sadness, or sorrow but of gratitude and blissfulness.

When a man dies naturally, living his life fully, he spreads his being into the whole nature. The people who are present there are bathed in sudden freshness, a breeze, a new fragrance, a new feeling that death is not something bad or to be afraid of…death is something to be earned, to be deserved.

The art of life IS the art of death. They both are same!
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