See them, floundering in their sense of mine, like fish in the puddles of a dried-up stream, and, seeing this, live with no mine, not forming attachment to states of becoming.
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Abrir fonte original (abre em nova aba)Just as a mother would protect her only child with her life, even so let one cultivate a boundless love towards all beings.
Should a person do good, let him do it again and again. Let him find pleasure therein, for blissful is the accumulation of good.
Some do not understand that we must die, but those who do realize this settle their quarrels.
Know from the rivers in clefts and in crevices: those in small channels flow noisily, the great flow silent. Whatever’s not full makes noise. Whatever is full is quiet.