Sublime

When in the Soul of the Serene Disciple When in the soul of the serene disciple With no more Fathers to imitate Poverty is a success, It is a small thing to say the roof is gone: He has not even a house. Stars, as well as friends, Are angry with the noble ruin. Saints depart in several directions. Be still: There is no longer any need of comment.

What is born will die, What has been gathered will be dispersed, What has been accumulated will be exhausted, What has been built up will collapse, And what has been high will be brought low.

The end of accumulation is dispersion. The end of building is ruin. The end of meeting is parting. The end of birth is death.

The return movement in a person’s life, the weakening or dissolution of form, whether through old age, illness, disability, loss, or some kind of personal tragedy, carries great potential for spiritual awakening—the dis-identification of consciousness from form.

28 As rivers flow into the ocean, all the warriors of this world are passing into your fiery jaws; 29 all creatures rush to their destruction like moths into a flame.

The pleasures that arise from sense-objects are bound to end, and thus they are only sources of pain. Don’t get attached to them. And: When a man reaches a state where honor and dishonor are alike to him, then he is considered supreme. Strive to gain such a state. Uttara was too distracted by her own

the grosser aspects of the kleśas are eliminated by kriyā-yoga, the more subtle aspects by meditation, but, as indicated by the last sūtra, the actual burnt seeds, or residual impressions of the now impotent saṁskāras, are not completely dissolved until the mind, along with all its latent saṁskāras, merges back into its matrix at the death of the