01.18 Saṅghā Therī (18)

Norman

18. Giving up my house, gone forth, giving up son, cattle, and whatever was dear to me, giving up desire and hatred, and discarding ignorance, plucking out craving root and all, I have become stilled, quenched.

Weingast

When I left the only home I’d ever known,

I thought I’d left everything behind.

But I was still carrying

all the years

of running

back and forth

and around in circles

after this or that.

Just sitting still,

those circles

have broken apart

and been carried away

by this simple wind

blowing in

and out.

All your old thoughts

like snow

falling

on

warm

ground.

Just sit back and watch.

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