82. “See the body, Nanda, diseased, impure, rotten. Devote the mind, intent and well concentrated, to contemplation of the unpleasant.
83. “As this is, so is that; as that is, so is this. It gives out a rotten evil smell, it is what fools delight in.”
84. Looking at it in this way, not relaxing day or night, then analysing it by my own wisdom, I saw.
85. Vigilant, reflecting in a reasoned manner, I saw this body as it really was, inside and out.
86. Then I became disgusted with the body, and I was disinterested internally. Vigilant, unfettered, I have become stilled, quenched.
after another long night,
I was squatting on the toilet
watching it all come out.
For the first time I saw my body—
not just how it looks,
but what it does—
turning what is dear
into what is waste.
I got up and started walking.
As the sun was setting,
I passed a graveyard.
You, my sisters beneath the leaves.
As I am, so you once were.
As you are, so will I become.
There I slept.
And there I stayed—
examining this mass of flesh and bones,
contemplating the many masses of flesh and bones
gently rotting just beneath the ground.
Then one morning I saw—
what goes in must come out.
Not just the body.
But the mind.
What will you bring into the world,
other than what gets washed
down the toilet?