Let the wilderness serve for your seat and bed!
From fear; and in the fearless, released.
In places where frightening serpents abide,
Lightning clashes and the rain-god thunders,
In the blinding darkness of the deepest night,
There he sits — the monk who's vanquished his dread.
Let the wilderness serve for your seat and bed!
Go about set free from the ties that bind.
But if, perchance, you don't find there your bliss, then
Live in a group — but watch over yourself:
Mindful, proceeding for alms from house to house,
Mindful, with guarded faculties — and wise.

greggorious wrote:Thanks for your replies. I wrote a song recently, I hope you don't mind if I share the lyrics with you?
SWANS IN THE SNOW
Verse 1
Taking in the cold day
by order of the solitary way
A mind consumed with all that I know
gives way to Swans in the snow
Verse 2
A tired river lies cold
This day has quickly grown old,
and as I shelter my thoughts from the foe
I see the Swans in the snow
Verse 3
This failing figure looks on
and hears the rivers old song
This moment enters, then away it will go
along with the Swans in the snow
Middle 8
The silence taken over
by nothing more than nature
dressed in wings of sailing Birds
Slithers of crystal water
conquer this season's quater
Winter caving in it's heart
People asked again why the venerable Maha Kassapa, at his age, wishes to live in forests and mountains. Does he not like monasteries such as the Veluvana Vihara and others?
"These regions are delightful to my heart
When the Kareri creeper spreads its flower wreaths,
When sound the trumpet-calls of elephants.
These rocky heights delight my heart. (1062)
These rocks with hue of dark-blue clouds
Where streams are flowing, cool and crystal-clear,
With glow-worms covered (shining bright),
These rocky heights delight my heart. (1063)
Like towering peaks of dark-blue clouds,
Like splendid edifices are these rocks,
Where the birds' sweet voices fill the air,
These rocky heights delight my heart. (1064)
With glades refreshed by (cooling) rain,
Resounding with the calls of crested birds,
The cliffs resorted to by seers,
These rocky heights delight my heart. (1065)
Here is enough for me who, resolute,
Desires to meditate (in solitude).
Here is enough for me, a monk determined,
Who seeks to dwell in the highest goal's attainment.[17] (1066)
Here is enough for me who, resolute,
Desires to live in happy ease (and free).
Here is enough for me who is on effort bent,
(Devoted to the practice) as a monk determined. (1064)
Like dark-blue blooms of flax they are,
Like autumn sky with dark-blue clouds,
With flocks of many kinds of birds,
These rocky heights delight my heart. (1068)
No crowds of lay folk have these rocks,
But visited by herds of deer.
With flocks of many kinds of birds,
These rocky heights delight my heart. (1069)
Wide gorges are there where clear water flows,
Haunted by monkeys and by deer,
With mossy carpets covered, moist,
These rocky heights delight my heart. (1700)
No music with five instruments
Can gladden me so much
As when, with mind collected well,
Right insight into Dhamma dawns. (1071)"
Sanghamitta wrote:And do you suppose that all those furry and winged fellow denizens of this planet as they hunt and are hunted are also recharging their batteries ? Or is that a luxury afforded only to humans who find it all terribly romantic ...?
TMingyur wrote:Nature is seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, tasting ... amended by ideas and feelings.
Nothing special, right?
Kind regards
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