I realize that practice is all we have, all we are.
and am suddenly sad at the thought that the end of earthly life corresponds to the end of the possibility of practice.
The wonderful opportunity disappears.
In light of what I have read and experienced, however, I know that the practice does not disappear with death.
However, I have the feeling that it will lose its intensity with earthly life passing away, that its potential for action will be reduced.
Buddhists recognize that existence as a Man is ideal for practice, for the investigation of consciousness,
Beyond this, once we leave it, we are reduced to a diluted form of practice, in a distended space-time where it becomes easier to get entangled, muddled.
I feel the acuteness of the work of consciousness in this human form.
While I’m convinced that this earthly specificity certainly corresponds to other equally edifying specificities in the kingdoms that await us, I am overcome with sadness at the thought that this, one day, will cease and that the opportunity may not have been grabbed in its entirety.
Man is born with jewels in his pockets.
The successive agitations cause him to lose many, most of the jewels fall to the ground.
Those which remain, he confuses for common stones, out of ignorance, and turn inside out his pockets to get rid of them.
If one of them remains hidden between the folds, it is still enough to awaken his heart.
Such generosity, such mercy…
Still, some men even spend an entire life without even putting a hand in their pocket.
Notes & Silence 
You view the vista beyond death differently to me. To become what is practiced is to cease the need for it.
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Hello Simon
Blame it on the end of holidays bit I’m not sure I understand your point…
Are you saying realization occurs only once the need for practice is extinguished?
If so, I agree with you but I call it unity (the most accomplished form of practice also being a non-practice.)
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My point was (I think) that practice is an embodied action. To enter the greater silence is to become that silence, and to leave aside embodied actions – until the next time, at least.
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