If, and when I die, I want there only to be appreciation and gratitude in my heart. I want my thoughts to be solely the embodiment of peace and calm. I want to think, to feel —there is no difference now—loving peace of who I am, pleasant peace of who I have become. It is my dying wish. 

Read that again. And again. 

Is it possible to let go of fear, and in its absence, be full with joy… wonder… curiosity… love?

Is it possible to die without fear and panic taking over all other sense?

Of course, my wish is really this: I want to live the way I die, and die the way I live. 

xx    L