I was sent this poem by a good friend who had been sent it by a friend who had just lost his son in an accident. It is a brave and honest meditation following such a terrible loss. I pass it on for reflection. The words are attributed to the Buddha.
I am of the nature to grow old.
There is no way to escape growing old.I am of the nature to have ill-health.
There is no way to escape having ill-health.I am of the nature to die.
There is no way to escape death.All that is dear to me and everyone I love
are of the nature to change.
There is no way to escape being separated from them.My actions are my only true belongings.
I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.
My actions are the ground upon which I stand.