at any moment lust could arise in me, if prevention fails, still I'm prepared to destroy that arisen lust through straight endurance.
truly nothing is more pleasureable than this carrying out of the destruction of lust. rest defeated pmo, I'm utterly gone, never to return.
this army of yours --of lust and ignorance-- which the world is unable to subdue, I'll obliterate with wisdom.
Resolute, the mind grows clearer; concentration stands firm. Staying like this the mind has no interest in pmo: See the purity of a being!
The hunter set out the snares, but the deer didn't go near the trap. Having eaten the bait, we go, leaving the hunters to weep.
secluded from unwholesome mind states, from unskillful bodily and mental actions, I find peace and strength. I never wish to return to evil
pmo is like a pit of burning coals, over which a man is dragged by others, then thrown into the flame and consumed by it.
Do I carry a white flag? I spit on my life. Death in battle would be better for me than that I, defeated, survive.
P is like a butcher's knife, slaughter house, or place of execution; it kills what is noble in a man and cut off his higher development.
bare bones; fleshless & bloody, are thrown to a starving dog but cannot satisfy it's hunger. Similarly, p gives no lasting satisfaction.
p — variegated, enticing, sweet — in various ways disturbs the mind. See its drawbacks and abandon it.
