Each of us is the warmth of life, of living, the flame of existence. We are beauty, we are grace, the richness of the field, the blessing of rain and light. And we must use our time well so that the wonder is not wasted. Friends, join me now in thanks.
The sound of drums, the journey is at an end. The elders have come to paint my face, to paint my body, so I am not naked when I face the light. The people begin the chant and I take a few steps toward them. There is a feeling of peace as I let go.
It is not impermanence that makes us suffer. What makes us suffer is wanting things to be permanent when they are not.
-Thich Nhat Hanh