The conceited mind, addicted to pleasure, impales itself on its own stake. It always goes where there’s a stake, a chopping board.
“Nandamānāgataṁ cittaṁ, sūlamāropamānakaṁ; Tena teneva vajasi, yena sūlaṁ kaliṅgaraṁ.
I declare you the loser mind! I declare you the insidious mind! You’ve found the Teacher so hard to find— don’t lead me away from the goal.
Tāhaṁ cittakaliṁ brūmi, taṁ brūmi cittadubbhakaṁ; Satthā te dullabho laddho, mānatthe maṁ niyojayī”ti. … Anūpamo thero ….
