#dhammapadda

[deepinsamsara]

277. "All conditioned things are impermanent" — when one sees this with wisdom, one turns away from suffering. This is the path to purification.

278. "All conditioned things are unsatisfactory" — when one sees this with wisdom, one turns away from suffering. This is the path to purification.

279. "All things are not-self" — when one sees this with wisdom, one turns away from suffering. This is the path to purification.

-- Buddha (The Dhammapadda)

[deepinsamsara]

The mind, hard to control,

Flighty—alighting where it wishes

One does well to tame.

The disciplined mind brings happiness.

The mind, hard to see,

Subtle—alighting where it wishes

The sage protects.

The watched mind brings happiness.

Dhammapada 35-36

[deepinsamsara]

[illuminatedsidewalks]

[createthemotherart]

Flowers

Who shall conquer this world And the world of death with all its gods? Who shall discover The shining way of dharma? You shall, even as the man Who seeks flowers Finds the most beautiful, The rarest. Understand that the body Is merely the foam of a wave, The shadow of a shadow. Snap the flower arrows of And then, unseen, Escape the king of death. And travel on. Death overtakes the man Who gathers flowers When with distracted mind He searches vainly for happiness In the pleasures of the world. Death fetches him away As a flood carries off a sleeping village. Death overcomes him When with distracted mind and thirsty senses He gathers flowers. He will never have his fill Of the pleasures of the world. The bee gathers nectar from the flower Without marring its beauty or perfume. So let the master settle, and wander. Look to your own faults, What you have done or left undone. Overlook the faults of others. Like a lovely flower, Bright but scentless, Are the fine but empty words Of the man who does not mean what he says. Like a lovely flower, Bright and fragrant, Are the fine and truthful words Of the man who means what he says. Like garlands woven from a heap of flowers, Fashion from your life as many good deeds. The perfume of sandalwood, Rosebay or jasmine Cannot travel against the wind. But the fragrance of virtue and thirsty senses Eating from the tip of a grass blade. Still he is not worth a penny Beside the master whose food is the way. Fresh milk takes time to sour. So a fool's mischief Takes time to catch up with him. Like the embers of a fire It smolders within him. Whatever a fool learns, It only makes him duller. Knowledge cleaves his head. For then he wants recognition. A place before other people, A place over other people. "Let them know my work, Let everyone look to me for Such are his desires, Such is his swelling pride. One way leads to wealth and The other to the end of the Look not for recognition But follow the awakened And set yourself free.

[wakeupm]

As we think and act, so our world becomes

The Dhammapadda