Meditate and conquer, Kātiyāna, you’re an expert in the path <j>to sanctuary from the yoke. Having arrived at unexcelled purity, you’ll be extinguished as a flame by water.
A lamp of feeble flame is bent down by the wind, like a creeper; just so, kinsman of Indra, shake off Māra, without grasping. Free of lust for feelings, await your time here, cooled.
Verses of the Senior Monks 6.8 The Book of the Sixes Chapter One Migajāla
It was well-taught by the Clear-eyed One, the Buddha, Kinsman of the Sun, who has transcended all fetters, and destroyed all rolling-on.
Emancipating, it leads across, drying up the root of craving, and, having cut off the poisonous root, <j>the slaughterhouse, it leads to quenching.
By breaking the root of unknowing, it smashes the mechanism of deeds, and drops the thunderbolt of knowledge on the taking up of consciousnesses.
It informs us of our feelings, releasing us from grasping, contemplating with understanding all states of existence as a pit of burning coals.