Even though I’m skinny, sick, and very feeble, I climb the mountain, leaning on a staff.
Having laid down my outer robe, and overturned my bowl, propping myself against a rock, I shattered the mass of darkness.
Cittā
Thig 2.5 · Cittātherīgāthā
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Translation by Bhikkhu Sujato and Jessica Walton · SuttaCentral · CC0
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