AUG2.6

" One hundred thousands of Milarepa," he sang:
The fear of death and infertile rebirths due to my evil actions has led me to practice in solitude in the snowcapped mountains.
On the uncertainty of life's duration and the moment of death I
Have deeply meditated.

Thus I have reached the deathless, unshakable citadel of realisation of the absolute essence.
My fear and doubts have vanished like mist into the distance, never to disturb me again.
I will die content and free from regrets.
This is the fruit of Dharma practice.