A Letter to a Dying Man
A Zen master wrote a letter to a disciple who was about to die:
“The essence of your mind is unborn so death cannot touch it.
It does not exist so it cannot perish.
It is not emptiness as in mere nothingness.
It has neither form nor color.
It enjoys no pleasure and suffers no pain.”
“I know you are very ill.
As you are a good student of Zen, I know you are facing your illness straight in its face.
You may not know exactly who is suffering.
So ask yourself this, what is the essence of mind?
Think only of this.
You don’t need anything else.
Your end is endless as a snowflake dissolving into the pure air.”
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