Fearless, free of craving, and without blemish, Having reached the goal and destroyed the arrows of becoming, One is in one's final body.
Love is a fleeting emotion, to reach true nirvana one must know themselves and forsake love, for it breeds contempt.
Life is swept along, next-to-nothing its span. For one swept to old age no shelters exist. Perceiving this danger in death, one should drop the world's bait and look for peace.
Those who have come to be, those who will be: All will go, leaving the body behind. The skillful person, realizing the loss of all, should live the holy life ardently.
Unindicated and unknown is the length of life of those subject to death.
Virtuous people always let go. They don't prattle about pleasures and desires. Touched by happiness and then by suffering, The sage shows no sign of being elated or depressed.
All too soon this body will lie on the ground, cast aside, deprived of consciousness, like a useless scrap of wood.
I shall live here in the rains, there in winter, elsewhere in summer, muses the fool, not aware of the nearness of death.
Just as a line drawn on water with a stick will quickly vanish and will not last long; even so is human life like a line drawn on water. It is short, limited, and brief; it is full of suffering, full of tribulation. This one should wisely understand, one should do good and live a pure life; for none who is born can escape death.
Oneself, indeed, is one's own protector. One does, indeed [make] one's own destiny. Therefore, control yourself as a merchant does a fine horse.
Pure-limbed, white-canopied, one-wheeled, the cart roles on. See him that cometh: faultless, stream-cutter, bondless he.
Many do not realize that We here must die. For those who realize this, quarrels end.
To live in the consciousness of the inevitability of suffering, of becoming enfeebled, of old age and of death, is impossible. We must free ourselves from life, from all possible life.
A fool suffers, thinking, 'I have children! I have wealth!' One's self is not even one's own. How then are children? How then is wealth.
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind.
So long as dualism is adhered to, there is no Nirvana, no self-realisation. Light and shadow, long and short, black and white-they are mutually related; when they stand alone each by itself, they have no meaning. So with Nirvana.
Be devoted to conscientiousness. Guard your own mind.
To insist on a spiritual practice that served you in the past is to carry the raft on your back after you have crossed the river.
Mind precedes all mental states. Mind is their chief; they are all mind-wrought. If with a pure mind a person speaks or acts happiness follows him like his never-departing shadow.
More than those who hate you, more than all your enemies, an undisciplined mind does greater harm.
