at home in Melbourne, cold wet windy mid teens, overcast, quite a bit nervous at times, and sometimes rather excited, but then sometimes it doesn’t quite seem real, as though nothing is going to happen.
I am of the nature to age, I have not gone beyond ageing,
I am of the nature to sicken, I have not gone beyond sickness,
I am of the nature to die, I have not gone beyond dying,
All that is mine beloved and pleasing will change and become otherwise, will become separate from me.
I am the owner of my karma, heir to my karma, born of my karma, related to my karma, abide separated by my karma, whatever karma I shall do, for good or ill, of that I will be the heir.
Buddha.
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