Wounded Pride always produces Arrogance:
One whose senses have been guarded
and calmed, like horses well tamed
by the trainer, whose pride, conceit and mental fermentation are all uprooted,
Even the Divine loves such one.
The one who has
shredded both lust, hate and folly
pride as the fallen seed,
which never again returns to the straw, such one is a Holy One..
One should cool any anger, let go of any pride and relinquish any attachment.
Such cooled one, not clinging neither to identity, body, form nor any world
cannot ever suffer any pain...
It is a bag held up by bones, plastered with flesh, blood and skin.
In it lives aging, sickness, death, puffed
pride, and sleek self-deceit...
If a Bhikkhu masters his speech. If he speaks
right on the point, clever and wise.
If he is not of puffed up by pride. If he expounds both text, meaning
Then exceedingly sweet will be his talks....
Any Pride produces Arrogance!
02 Sep 2015