Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
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Greed is an imperfection that defiles the mind; hate is an imperfection that defiles the mind; delusion is an imperfection that defiles the mind.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Greed, hate, and delusion taint our thinking and judgment.
This quote by Gautama Buddha suggests that negative traits such as greed, hate, and delusion corrupt the mind, leading to distorted perceptions and actions. It emphasizes the importance of cultivating a clear and compassionate mind to achieve true understanding and harmony in life.
Themes
GreedHateDelusionImperfectionMindPeace
In practice
Example use cases
During a meditation retreat, I shared this quote to emphasize the need for inner peace.
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