He wants his own ease
by giving others dis-ease.
Intertwined in the inter-
action of hostility,
from hostility
he’s not set free.
In those who
reject what should,
& do what shouldn’t be done
–heedless, insolent–
effluents grow.
Having killed mother & father,
two warrior kings,
the kingdom & its dependency–
the brahman, untroubled, travels on.
They awaken, always wide awake:
Gotama’s disciples
whose mindfulness, both day & night,
is constantly immersed
in the Buddha.
Hard
is the life gone forth,
hard to delight in.
Hard
is the miserable
householder’s life.
It’s painful
to stay with dissonant people,
painful to travel the road.
So be
neither traveler
nor pained.
The man of conviction
endowed with virtue,
glory, & wealth:
wherever he goes
he is honored.
The good shine from afar
like the snowy Himalayas.
The bad don’t appear
even when near,
like arrows shot into the night.
Sitting alone,
resting alone,
walking alone,
untiring.
Taming himself,
he’d delight alone–
alone in the forest.
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