Must Come to an End
and Edited by True Buddha Foundation Translation Team
Allow me to have a dialogue with
"Will you continue to write forever?"
"No, I cannot."
"Will you cultivate forever?"
"No, I cannot."
"The answer is really very simple. Everything must come to an
I once sat high up on the dharma throne of a Vajra Master and
Living Buddha and I spoke the magnificent dharma of the
Tathagata. I kept repeating the message, giving hints, again
"One day I will descend from the dharma throne and will never
take my place on the throne again. I will leave all of you and
live in seclusion. All [my] dharma talks will come to an end."
At that time, very few disciples actually believed me.
The same circumstances apply today. Every day, I pick up my
pen to write books; every day I cultivate the “Rebirth
Practice.” [But] there will come a day when I will stop
writing and also stop cultivating, too. I have to go, to leave
this world, and although it may not happen in a rush, [my time
here] will still come to an end.
We are all travellers, and leaving is only natural. It is just
that my entering into seclusion makes it difficult for us to
see each other. After some years, after the many days of being
alone, apart, you will also forget what I look like. It may
not be intentional, it is just that my features might change,
so that they become difficult to recognize and difficult to
describe. Travellers! Time leaves its mark on [everyone’s]
face, so it makes everyone look different.
I am well aware—
My presence among you is just temporary.
[Whether] it is from me to you, or from you to me, our
memories and our feelings of missing each other will gradually
fade, and may eventually vanish altogether and be forever lost
to future generations.
Everything in this world is subjected to change, and
similarly, everything will come to an end, passing from one
generation to the next generation, old people gone and new
people coming in, endings and beginnings, beginnings and
endings. It will always be this way.
Thus, you must understand that even though my writing will end
and my cultivation will end, [like the] shooting star darting
across the sky, [because of] my wishes, my vows, my promise of
love for you, I will return from the deep silence of Nirvana.
I will never forget the samsara world.
Everything, all will have its moment of ending.
Except the business of delivering sentient beings.
Forever in the deepest place in my heart, in every life, in