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[dharmarainbow]

*~IMPERMANENCE OF ALL THINGS~*    

There is no baser folly than the infatuation that looks upon the ephemeral as if it were everlasting. Amassing great wealth is gradual, like the gathering of a theater crowd. Its dispersal is sudden, like that same crowd departing. Wealth's nature is to be unenduring. Upon acquiring it, quickly do that which is enduring.  Though it seems a harmless gauge of time, to those who fathom it, a day is a saw steadily cutting down the tree of life. Do good deeds with a sense of urgency, before death's approaching rattle strangles the tongue. What wondrous greatness this world possesses--that yesterday a man was, and today he is not.  Men do not know if they will live another moment, yet their thoughts are ten million and more. The soul's attachment to the body is like that of a fledgling,  which forsakes its empty shell and flies away. Death is like falling asleep, and birth is like waking from that sleep. Not yet settled in a permanent home, the soul takes temporary shelter in a body.

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From: Saint Tiruvalluvar's "Tirukural," an ethical masterpiece written over 2,200 years ago in South India. This American English translation is known as Weaver's Wisdom.

[dharmarainbow]

Impermanence of All Things

There is no baser folly than the infatuation that looks upon the ephemeral as if it were everlasting.

Amassing great wealth is gradual, like the gathering of a theater crowd. Its dispersal is sudden, like that same crowd departing.

Wealth's nature is to be unenduring. Upon acquiring it, quickly do that which is enduring.

Though it seems a harmless gauge of time, to those who fathom it, a day is a saw steadily cutting down the tree of life.

Do good deeds with a sense of urgency, before death's approaching rattle strangles the tongue.

What wondrous greatness this world possesses-- that yesterday a man was, and today he is not.

Men do not know if they will live another moment, yet their thoughts are ten million and more.

The soul's attachment to the body is like that of a fledgling, which forsakes its empty shell and flies away.

Death is like falling asleep, and birth is like waking from that sleep.

Not yet settled in a permanent home, the soul takes temporary shelter in a body.  

~Chapter 34 from South Indian saint Tiruvalluvar's Tirukural, 'Holy Couplets.' 

[dharmarainbow]

Excessive anger's harm is exceeded by excessive merriment's mindless mishaps. [...] Whenever the mind is engrossed in pleasant infatuations, one should remember men who were ruined by forgetfulness.

Tirukural

[dharmarainbow]

Tirukural, Chapter 34: Impermanence of All Things

There is no baser folly than the infatuation that looks upon the ephemeral as if it were everlasting.

Amassing great wealth is gradual, like the gathering of a theater crowd. Its dispersal is sudden, like that same crowd departing.

Wealth's nature is to be unenduring. Upon acquiring it, quickly do that which is enduring. Though it seems a harmless gauge of time, to those who fathom it, a day is a saw steadily cutting down the tree of life.

Do good deeds with a sense of urgency, before death's approaching rattle strangles the tongue.

What wondrous greatness this world possesses-- that yesterday a man was, and today he is not.

Men do not know if they will live another moment, yet their thoughts are ten million and more.

The soul's attachment to the body is like that of a fledgling, which forsakes its empty shell and flies away.

Death is like falling asleep, and birth is like waking from that sleep.

Not yet settled in a permanent home, the soul takes temporary shelter in a body.

[uuhindu]

What has learning profited a man, if it has not led him to worship the good feet of Him who is pure knowledge itself? They alone dispel the mind’s distress who take refuge at the feet of the Incomparable One.

Tirukural

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[dharmarainbow]

With love enshrined in the heart, one truly lives. Without it, the body is but bones encased in skin.

Tirukural

[rainingcrazy]

Those who cannot live in harmony with the world, though they have learned many things, are still ignorant

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