Thag 3.5 - Matangaputta
Translated by Thanissaro Bhikkhu
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Attribution: ©1998 Thanissaro Bhikkhu. The text of this page ("Matangaputta", by Thanissaro Bhikkhu) is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License. To view a copy of the license, visit https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/. Documents linked from this page may be subject to other restrictions. Transcribed from a file provided by the translator. Last revised for Access to Insight on 4 August 2010. How to cite this document (a suggested style): "Matangaputta" (Thag 3.5), translated from the Pali by Thanissaro Bhikkhu. Access to Insight (BCBS Edition), 4 August 2010, https://www.accesstoinsight.org/tipitaka/kn/thag/thag.03.05.than.html .
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It's too cold, too hot, too late in the evening — people who say this, shirking their work: the moment passes them by. Whoever regards cold & heat as no more than grass, doing his manly duties, won't fall away from ease. With my chest I push through wild grasses — spear-grass, ribbon-grass, rushes — cultivating a seclusion heart.