The traveller has reached the end of the journey!
In the freedom of the Infinite he is free from all sorrows, the fetters that bound him are thrown away, and the burning fever of life is no more.
Those who have high thoughts are ever striving: they are not happy to remain in the same place. Like swans that leave lake and rise into the air, they leave their home for a higher home.
The man who wisely controls his senses as a good driver controls his horses, and who is free from lower passions and pride, is admired even by the gods.
He is calm like the earth that endures; he is steady like a column that is firm; he is pure like a lake that is clear; he is free from Samsara, the ever-returning life-in-death.
In the light of his vision he has found his freedom: his thoughts are peace, his words are peace and his work is peace.
Wherever holy men dwell, that is indeed a place of joy - be it in the village, or in a forest, or in a valley or on the hills.
They make delightful the forests where other people could not dwell. Because they have not the burden of desires, they have that joy which others find not.
--The Dhammapada
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