We set out in the certainty of death, in the presence of the King of Death; and having discarded the body right here, a person goes where he likes.
Shrouded by ignorance, tied by the four ties, this body is sinking in the flood, caught in the net of the underlying tendencies.
Yoked to the five hindrances, afflicted by thought, stuck to the root of craving, hidden by delusion:
that is how the body goes on, propelled by the mechanism of deeds. But existence ends in perishing; separated, the body perishes.
Those blind, ordinary people who think of this body as theirs, swell the horrors of the charnel ground, taking hold of future lives.
The undefiled who shun this body like a serpent smeared with dung, having expelled the root of rebirth, will be fully quenched.
Verses of the Senior Monks 10.6 The Book of the Tens Chapter One Upasena son of Vaṅgantā
In order to go on retreat, a monk should stay in lodgings that are secluded and quiet, frequented by beasts of prey.
Having gathered scraps from rubbish heaps, cemeteries and streets, and making an outer robe from them, one should wear that coarse robe.
Humbling their heart, a mendicant should walk for alms from family to family indiscriminately, with sense doors guarded, well-restrained.