Seeing a wild beast so tamed, submitting to human control, my mind became serene: <em>that</em> is why I’ve gone to the forest!
Verses of the Senior Nuns 3.5 The Book of the Threes Ubbirī
“You cry ‘Live, my dear mother!’ in the forest. Ubbirī, get a hold of yourself! Eighty-four thousand people, all named ‘Live’, have been burnt in this funeral ground: which one do you grieve for?”
“Oh! For you have plucked the arrow from me, so hard to see, stuck in the heart. You’ve swept away the grief for my daughter in which I once was mired.
Today I’ve plucked the arrow, I’m hungerless, quenched. I go for refuge to that sage, the Buddha, to his teaching, and to the Saṅgha.”
Verses of the Senior Nuns 3.6 The Book of the Threes Sukkā
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What’s up with these people in Rājagaha? They sprawl like they’ve been drinking mead! They don’t attend on Sukkā as she teaches the Buddha’s instructions.
But the wise—it’s as if they drink it up, so irresistible, delectable, and nutritious, like travelers enjoying a cool cloud.”
“She’s known as Sukkā because of her bright qualities, free of greed, serene. She bears her final body, having vanquished Māra with his legions.”
Verses of the Senior Nuns 3.7 The Book of the Threes Selā