It’s very sweet and very deep, holding birth and death at bay; it is the noble eightfold path—the stilling of suffering, bliss.

Knowing deed as deed and result as result; seeing dependently originated phenomena as if they were in a clear light; leading to the great sanctuary and peace, it’s excellent at the end.

Verses of the Senior Monks 6.9 The Book of the Sixes Chapter One Jenta, the High Priest’s Son

I was drunk with the pride of birth and wealth and authority. I wandered about intoxicated with my own gorgeous body.

No one was my equal or my better—or so I thought. I was such an arrogant fool, stuck up, waving my own flag.

I never paid homage to anyone: not even my mother or father, nor others esteemed as respectable. I was stiff with pride, lacking regard for others.

When I saw the foremost leader, the most excellent of charioteers, shining like the sun at the fore of the mendicant Saṅgha,

I discarded conceit and vanity, and, with a clear and confident heart, I bowed down with my head to the supreme among all beings.

The conceit of superiority <j>and the conceit of inferiority have been given up and eradicated. The conceit “I am” is cut off, and every kind of conceit is destroyed.

Verses of the Senior Monks 6.10 The Book of the Sixes Chapter One Sumana (2nd)