Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
Gautama BuddhaRead
The recollected go forth to lives of renunciation. They take no pleasure in a fixed abode. Like wild swans abandoning a pool, they leave one resting place after another.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the transient nature of life and the wisdom in embracing change rather than clinging to comfort.
Gautama Buddha reflects on the idea that those who seek deeper understanding and enlightenment often detach themselves from worldly attachments and stable comforts. By comparing such individuals to wild swans, the quote illustrates the beauty and freedom found in moving from one experience to another, suggesting that true fulfillment lies in renunciation and the acceptance of impermanence.
In practice
This quote could be used in a meditation retreat to inspire participants to embrace change.
Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
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