A final set of short verses from the Theragatha. Each of these tiny poems is just a little inspiring gem. Consider printing them out and posting them around the house or office as just a reminder of how beautiful deep practice can be.
My body is light!
Filled with intense bliss and happiness,
Like cotton floating in the breeze.
1.104 Khitaka, Theragatha
Who lives in this little hut?
A monk lives in this little hut.
Free from passion,
With mind restrained.
Know this my friend,
Your little hut was not made in vain.
1.56 Kuṭivihāri, Theragatha
With a heart full of faith I ordained.
I built a little hut in the jungle.
I’m alert and ardent,
Mindful and attentive.
1.59 Kosalavihāri, Theragatha
He defeated the King of Death,
Like a huge flood destroying a rotting bridge.
He has won Liberation.
1.7 Bhalliya, Theragatha