Death Is Nothing At AllDeath is nothing at all--I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant... There is absolute unbroken continuity.
What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you--for an interval--somewhere near just around the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Text: Henry Scott Holland
佛光山佛教梵唄 - 彌陀聖號 (千華調)