My Little Worries

Namo tassa bhagavato arahato sammasambuddhasa

I sit now before the Buddha and contemplate that he and all who knew him are now dead.

Since his great passing countless beings have come, bided their time and gone. The names and deeds of but a few are remembered.

Their many pains, their joy, their victories and defeats, like themselves are now but shadows.

And so it will be with all whom I know.

Passing time will turn the calamities I worry about, the possibilities I fear and the pleasure I chase after into mere shadows.

Therefore, I will contemplate the reality of my own death that I may understand what is of true value in life.

Because death may soon come, I will repay all debts for all my transgressions and be at odds with none.

Because death may soon come, I will squander no time brooding on past mistakes but use each day as if it were my last.

Because death may soon come, I will purify my mind rather than pamper the body.

Because death may soon come, with separation from those I love, I will develop detached compassion rather than possessiveness and clinging.

Because death may soon come, I will use each day fully not wasting it on fruitless pursuits and vain longings.

May I be prepared when death finally comes.

May I be fearless as life ebbs away.

May my detachment help in the freeing of the heart.

Sadhu! Sadhu! Sadhu!