Thag 3.5
translated from the Pali by
Thanissaro Bhikkhu

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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.