I feel saddened not being able to attend uncle wongs wake and send him off on his final departure.There are health issues and too many elderly relatives so tonite i did an evening puja at my altar to send merits for him.idam me nattinam hontu,sukitahontu natayo.
Calmness stabilised my emotions as i listened to faye wongs rendition of the heart sutra and imee oois chant of metta.
Vijju bubbula ussava
Jalaraji Parukkhayam
Ghatakova ripu tassa
Sabbatthapi avariya
This life comes to an end like a streak of lightning
A bubble of water
A dew drop on a leaf
Or a line drawn on water
Like an enemy intent on killing
Death can never be avoided.
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