Dharma Uh Tuesday?

Carlita

Sirimanda

Rain soddens what's covered
& doesn't sodden what's exposed.
So open up what's covered up,
so that it won't get soddened by the rain.

Attacked by death
is the world,
surrounded by aging,
beset by the arrow of craving,
always obscured by desire.

Attacked by death
is the world,
& encircled by aging,
constantly beaten, with no shelter,
like a thief
sentenced to punishment.

They encroach like masses of flame,
these three:
death, aging, & illness.
There's no strength to confront them,
no speed to run away.

Make the day not-in-vain,
a little or a lot.
However much
the day passes,
that's how much less
is life.
Your last day approaches.
This isn't your time
to be heedless.

https://www.accesstoinsight.org/tipitaka/kn/thag/thag.06.13.than.html

silver

Oh that's delightfully depressing, LoL.
I think anyone - when they feel like death warmed over - should read and re-read this poem!

Thanks for sharing, @Carlita.

(I felt like that last night and this evening.
The tiredness of living sometimes hits
like a ton of bricks.)

Carlita

@silver said:
Oh that's delightfully depressing, LoL.
I think anyone - when they feel like death warmed over - should read and re-read this poem!

Thanks for sharing, @Carlita.

(I felt like that last night and this evening.
The tiredness of living sometimes hits
like a ton of bricks.)

Thanks. It hit the spot. My aunt died two weeks ago and when I read it it remind me about the nature of suffering and my place in it. I have the lesson but dont know yet how to apply it.