2.40 Kappaṭakura#

This fellow, “Rag-rice”, he sure is a rag. This place has been made for practising jhāna, Like a crystal vase filled to the brim With the nectar of the deathless, Into which enough Dhamma has been poured.

Don’t nod off, Rag— I’ll smack your ear! Nodding off in the middle of the Saṅgha? You haven’t learnt a thing.

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