Treasure Island

TD. Kumar


The living power of meditation on dying!


The living power of meditation on dying!

Submitted: Monday, December 16, 2013
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The living power of meditation on dying!

There is tremendous living power, when you meditate on dying!
Buddha used to take his dispels to crematoria to see the truth of dying
It was shocking and horrific for most to see the body in different stages of disintegration
Scattered bones, bodies half burned, in the process for worms’, feast and “celebration”!

But the remains as ash later become fertile field, even of flowers
The ‘friendly’ cleanup is also down by worms and insects, and the place is helpfully wetted by showers
Meditating on the process of dying death pall bearers for burning or engravement
Is a great method to erase the fear of death and returning to dust and element!

Life gets its full power, if there is no attachment to body and fear of dying
Living fully moment to moment without fretting over the trivial and worry
It acquires a unique perspective, peace and equanimity
Tries several times and see its effect of deep serendipity

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