The Path 27. Nirodha & 28. No Happiness Higher Than Peace

Victory leads to hatred.
The conquered sleep in pain.
Setting aside victory and defeat,
The wise live content and sleep well

There is no fire like passion,
No burden like hate,
No torment like the aggregates,
And no bliss higher than peace.

Drinking in the flavor
of seclusion and calm
one is freed from evil and grief
and tastes sweetness and joy

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The Path 26. Fire Sermon

The world is aflame.
The eye is aflame.
Forms are aflame.
Eye consciousness is aflame.

Aflame with what?
Aflame with the fire of passion,
the fire of hate,
the fire of delusion.
Aflame with birth, aging and death,
with sorrow,
with lamentation,
with pain, with grief, with despair.

The ear is aflame. Sounds are aflame…
The nose is aflame. Aromas are aflame…
The tongue is aflame. Flavors are aflame…
The body is aflame. Touch is aflame…
The mind is aflame. Ideas are aflame…
Consciousness itself is aflame.

Aflame with what?
Aflame with the fire of passion,
the fire of hate,
the fire of delusion.
Aflame with birth, aging and death,
with sorrow,
with lamentation,
with pain, with grief, with despair.

Through disenchantment, one is fully released.
With release, there is liberation.
Birth is ended, the holy life fulfilled, the task done.
There is nothing more for this world.

The Path 25. Hatthaka

A wise person who is truly free
Will always sleep well.
They are not corrupted by lust.
Their desires are calmed.

All attachments are severed,
The heart is freed from sorrow.
The peaceful person sleeps with ease,
Having attained perfect tranquility.

The Path 24. Udana

I have heard that the Buddha was once living near Savatthi in Jeta’s Forest at Anathapindika’s monastery. The Buddha offered them this poem:

Monks, there is a place
with no earth,
no water,
no fire,
and no air,
no experience of infinite space,
infinite consciousness,
nothingness,
or perception nor non-perception,
not this world,
not another world,
no Moon,
no Sun.

In this place there is no coming,
no going,
no remaining,
no death,
no rebirth.

It is without foundation.
Still.
Empty.
This, just this, is the end of all suffering.

Then, the Buddha offered them this poem:

Monks, there is a place
that is uncreated,
unborn,
and unsupported.

Monks, if there were not this place
uncreated,
unborn,
and unsupported,
then there would be no escape from the
created,
born,
and supported.

But because there is such a place
uncreated,
unborn,
and unsupported,
then there is hope of escape from the
created,
born,
and supported.

The Path 23. King of Death

Tissa
Like one hit by a sword,
Like one with hair ablaze,
Letting go of all sense desires,
Mindfully, a monk goes forth.

Bhalliya
He defeated the King of Death,
Like a huge flood destroying a rotting bridge.
Victorious. Fearless.
Strong. Masterful.
He has won Liberation.