Thursday, February 19, 2015


Through many a birth i wandered in samsara (round of rebirth), 
seeking, but not finding, the builder of the house. 
Sorrowful is to be born again and again.

0 House-Builder, you are seen!
you shall build no house again.
All your rafters are broken.
Your ridge-pole is shattered.

My mind has attained the unconditioned.
Achieved is the end of craving

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