There is no dark like a night replete with the mystery of death. There is no truth like a fleeting wind. There is no lover like a lonely tree. There is no friend like a blade of faithful grass. There is no light like a solitary beam from the sun. There is no poem like an evolving earth and no Poet like the great Grace of Silence.
~ from POEMS OF THE SACRED UNKNOWN by Richard W. Bachtold
The only way to avoid death is not to be born in the first place. In death there is union with the Beloved. The real skill is to reach the secret of death before dying.
We prepare for death, or rather eternity, by consciously adjusting the focus of our life so that it is not upon our personality and the flowing world that spawns upon it, but instead upon our individuality and the Great Fullness with which we are one. This process of focusing our attention is called meditation. In meditation we die to the personality and are reborn as something much greater. That rebirth is not a sudden or one-time event, but is a gradual process in which we become ever more focused on who and what we really are behind the mask of personality ... the process of dying to death by being reborn to reality.
