When I was 24 and living in Taiwan I got a call from my mom that Sushila was dying of cancer. I was scared to call, it had been so long since I had talked to her. But I did remember our special bonds- our birthday and our cosmic birth order. I called her as her mother from a former life, eased her mind about the circle of life, and told her I'd miss her and to come visit me.
Sushila's book is amazing- it recounts the death stories of 108 Tibetan, Hindu, and Zen masters. In the spirit of mom's cherished Strawberry parable, I share some of the entries for Strawberry Friday.
Senior disciples assembled at his bedside as Zen Master Taji approached death. One of them, remembering the master was fond of a certain kind of cake, had spent half a day searching the pastry shops of Tokyo for this confection, which he now presented to him. With a wan smile the dying master accepted a piece of the cake and slowly began munching it. As he grew weaker, his disciples inquired whether he had any final words for them.
"Yes," the master replied.
The disciples leaned forward eagerly so as not to miss a word.
"Please tell us!"
"My, but this cake is delicious!"
And with that he slipped away.
Text credit: Graceful Exits: How Great Beings Die compiled and edited by Sushila Blackman, Weatherhill, Inc., p. 28
Photo credit: Sarah Miller and cover of Graceful Exits by Sushila Blackman and D.S. Noble.
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