“Then the prince addressed the charioteer, ‘Well then, my dear charioteer, take the chariot and return to the royal palace. I shall shave off my hair and beard right here, dress in robes, and go forth from the lay life to homelessness and become a recluse.’
There will come a time, monks, when the name for this mountain will have disappeared, when these people will have died, and I will have passed away. So impermanent are conditioned things, monks, so unstable, so unreliable.
Moggallana Bhante: Dear Deva, you are sitting on the back of an elephant that travels in the sky using its psychic powers. This all-white elephant has two huge tusks. It is beautifully decorated and very powerful. On the two tusks are beautiful ponds with crystal clear water and many lotus flowers. In the middle of […]