Words of my Beloved Teacher...(1)

I have wanted to share the Wisdom of the Wise One and now the condition is here to do so. All Dhammapada come with a story but today I am only bringing the verses. No material gains can satisfy my heart. On the outlook, I looked perfect in the eyes of the Worldly. Deep on the inside, a lotus is trying very hard to surface, how to surface - for the sake of oneself and others?

Sharing below the beautiful wisdom of Buddha. His compassion and loving kindness know no boundary. It is not for the Buddhist alone, it is Universal.

Meditate and think about them... or at least one!

As a flower beautiful and brilliant of hue, but without fragrance, even so fruitless is the well-spoken word of one who does not practise it.

The lotus will grow even in rubbish thrown away. It will delight the heart with its sweet smell and beauty.

By sustained effort, earnestness, discipline, and self-control, let the wise man make for himself an island, which no flood overwhelms.

Hate is not overcome by hate; by Love (Metta) alone is hate appeased. This is an eternal law.
The others know not that in this quarrel we perish; those of them who realise it, have their quarrels calmed thereby.

Whoever lives contemplating pleasant things, with senses unrestrained, in food immoderate, indolent, inactive, him verily Mara overthrows, as the wind (overthrows) a weak tree.

Whoever lives contemplating "the Impurities", with senses restrained, in food moderate, full of faith, full of sustained energy, him Mara overthrows not, as the wind (does not overthrow) a rocky mountain.

Though much he recites the Sacred Texts, but acts not accordingly, that heedless man is like a cowherd who counts others' kine. He has no share in the fruits of the Holy life.
Though little he recites the Sacred Texts, but acts in accordance with the teaching, forsaking lust, hatred and ignorance, truly knowing, with mind well freed, clinging to naught here and hereafter, he shares the fruits of the Holy life.

The mind is hard to check. It is swift and wanders at will. To control it is good. A controlled mind is conducive to happiness.

The fool who knows that he is a fool is for that very reason a wise man; the fool who thinks that he is wise is called a fool indeed.

To his ruin, indeed, the fool gains knowledge and fame; they destroy his bright lot and cleave his head.

Let both laymen and monks think, "by myself was this done; in every work, great or small, let them refer to me". Such is the ambition of the fool; his desires and pride increase.

Should one see a wise man, who, like a reveler of treasure, points out faults and reproves; let one associate with such a wise person; it will be better, not worse, for him who associates with such a one.

Few among men are they who cross to the further shore. The other folk only run up and down the bank on this side.

The gift of Truth excels all (other) gifts.