Lightning flashes down on the cleft of Vebhāra and Paṇḍava. But in the mountain cleft he is absorbed in jhāna—the son of the Buddha, inimitable and unaffected.

Verses of the Senior Monks 1.42 The Book of the Ones Chapter Five Revata of the Acacia Wood

Cālā, Upacālā, Sīsupacālā— meditate mindfully! I’ve come to you like a hair-splitter.

Verses of the Senior Monks 1.43 The Book of the Ones Chapter Five Sumaṅgala

Well freed! Well freed! I’m very well freed from three crooked things: my sickles, my ploughs, and my little hoes. Even if they were here, right here—I’d be done with them, done! Practice absorption Sumaṅgala! <j>Practice absorption Sumaṅgala! Stay heedful, Sumaṅgala!

Verses of the Senior Monks 1.44 The Book of the Ones Chapter Five Sānu

Mum, they weep for the dead, or for one who’s alive but missing. I’m alive and you can see me, so mum, why do you weep for me?

Verses of the Senior Monks 1.45 The Book of the Ones Chapter Five Ramaṇīyavihārin