Hark! Hark to the wind! Tis the night, they say, when all souls come back from the far away - The dead, forgotten this many a day!
They are forever free who renounce all selfish desires and break away from the ego-cage of ‘I’, ‘me’, and ‘mine’ to be united with the Lord. Attain to this, and pass from death to immortality.
I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.
Desireless, serene, immortal, self-existent, contented with the essence, lacking nothing, is He. One has no fear of death who has known Him, the Atman - serene, ageless, youthful.
Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
Ashes fly back in the face of him who throws them.