The Path 15. Anicca vata sankhara

Soon this body will be buried, discarded,
tossed aside like a useless log.
Everything is impermanent.
It is born and decays.
To fully understand this truth
Brings true happiness.


The Path 14. Sumangala’s Mother

Free, free, completely free!
Free from my mortar and pestle,
Free from my water jar,
And free from my rotten husband.
Free from lust and hate,
At the root of a tree,
I comfortably, blissfully meditate.

The Path 11. Sumangala

Free, free, completely free!
Free from three twisted things:
Free from my sickle,
Free from my plough,
And free from my small hoe.
So meditate Sumangala!