Impermanence

Impermanent is all conditioned things,

All things rise and fall away,

Conditions give us birth,

Conditions give us death.

This body and mind of ours,

will soon be lying on the ground

Like a useless piece of drift wood,

washed upon the shore.

Our consciousness will vanish,

the mind will not be there,

Just like a bubble bursting on the water,

turning into air.

We came into this world without an invitation,

and We don't need to ask permission when its time for us to leave.

We rise to birth that always ends in death;

we come just as we go.

Does the candle shed a tear when the flame goes out? Don't be sad, be mindful.

"In the Dhamma well expounded by me thus, which is clear, open, evident and free of patchwork, those monks who have sufficient faith in me, sufficient love for me, are all headed for heaven".

The Buddha, MN22.47