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The Dhammapada
Chapter Seven: The Arahant
For someone
At the journey's end,
Freed of sorrow,
Liberated in all ways,
Released from all bonds,
No fever exists.
The mindful apply themselves;
They don't amuse themselves in any abode.
Like swans flying from a lake,
They abandon home after home.
Like the path of birds in the sky,
It is hard to trace the path
Of those who do not hoard,
Who are judicious with their food,
And whose field
Is the freedom of emptiness and signlessness.
Like the path of birds in the sky,
It is hard to trace the path
Of those who have destroyed their toxins,
Who are unattached to food,
And whose field
Is the freedom of emptiness and signlessness.
Even the gods cherish
Those who are without toxins,
Who have abandoned conceit;
And whose senses are calm,
Like horses well tamed by a charioteer.
For a person
Who, like the earth, is untroubled,
Who is well-practiced,
Who is like a pillar of Indra,
Who is like a lake without mud,
There is no more wandering.
Calm in mind, speech, and action
And released through right understanding,
Such a person
Is fully at peace.
The person who
Has gone beyond faith,
Knows the Unmade,
Has severed the link,
Destroyed the potential for rebirth,
And eliminated clinging
Is the ultimate person.
In village, in forest,
In low land, in high land:
Delightful is the place
Where the arahant dwells.
Delightful are forests
Where the public does not delight.
There the passion-free delight,
Not seeking sensual pleasure.
...excerpt from The Dhammapada
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