"Dig up the root of craving, as one does a weed for its fragrant root. Don't let Mara destroy you again and again, as a stream does its reeds."
Dhammapada 24. 337
Moon in Aquarius, waning gibbous
Last night,
under
the moon,
my
garden
reflected
brittle
winter ice.
Today,
warmed,
spilled,
chilled again
it's a crust,
just a crust,
as the noon sun
draws out its damp again.
Dhammapada 24. 337
Moon in Aquarius, waning gibbous
Last night,
under
the moon,
my
garden
reflected
brittle
winter ice.
Today,
warmed,
spilled,
chilled again
it's a crust,
just a crust,
as the noon sun
draws out its damp again.
