All Aboard the Empty Bus!

The Empty Bus

We are all on the same bus. The one like this one here. We share this reality. We die and leave everything behind. All sentient beings are on the bus. And yet, many feel alone and separate. They can't see how they are part of this bus ride. No one is left out.

Part of the bus is missing, it disappeared from sight just like everything in the world disappears. Nothing is unchanging, nothing is substantial. Stuff comes together and falls apart. When you no longer see yourself as "somebody substantial" or "somebody insubstantial" you relax on the empty bus being nobody, going nowhere. You stop driving yourself. Maybe for the first time you find out where you are.

Life is precious.
Life is fragile.
Death is sudden and strikes without warning.
Be still. Stay. Shhhhh...All Aboard!