Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass,
your life is as brief as a flash of lightning.
Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment.
Dogen ZenjiDogen Zenji
When we sit and practice,
we begin to see what is known as the transparency and impermanence of time and space.
We begin to realize how much we are dwelling on our little things.
And we also realize we cannot catch any of it and build a house on it.
We cannot even lay the foundation.
The whole thing keeps shifting under our feet, under our seat.
The rug is being pulled out from under us completely,
simply from that experience of working with ourselves.
Nobody is pulling it, but we find that the rug moves constantly.
So we begin to feel that we are moving.
In the midst of clouds of impermanence and illusion,
dances the lightning of life.
Can you say you won’t die tomorrow?
Practice the Dharma.
Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche
No matter what we do,
however virtuous or non-virtuous our activities,
whether we are murderers or saints, monks or libertines,
every day ends the same. We shut our eyes and dissolve into darkness.
We do so fearlessly, even as everything we know as “me” disappears.
Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche