Sitting before the fire or with the sun at the back, sleeping at night with the
knee tucked under the chin, stretching out his palm for alms and living homeless under the
trees; yet, he has not freed himself from the desires that grip him.
The man is old and decrepit. He shivers all
over unable to stand the cold. He sits with his back to the sun for warmth. If he can get
a fire, he sits by it to warm himself. At night, lying down to sleep, he is not able to
stretch his legs out. He is not sure of his meat on the morrow. And yet, his desires have
no limit. The attachments and desires, which bind a man to the things of the world, have
enormous power. These devils hold sway over him unabated even when be has become, weak in
every limb. |
