Zen short story: Death can never compete with life, and win.

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The Zen master, Fredlick Xorthe, had just died, apparently without any final fanfare, or famous last words, but then, in the morning, a letter was delivered to his monastery, and it was from himself, the dead master. It said, after the new master opened it up: "I have died, and yet in this letter, I am still alive, where is death met then when my life goes on in these words, not heard from me before by you." Death meets its match only when it runs out of such matches to make. The thickness of death is not thicker than the life of anyone, who has died. We need to go deep into ourselves within life, to see that death cannot touch us in this deeper self, which we could never reach on our own, without connecting ourselves to the greatest deepness, to God. Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, pixabay.com Within us all, remains our original life, our childlike, Godlike, image of God. Death cannot kill the essential us!