1.50 Vimala#
The earth’s sprinkled
with rain, wind
is blowing, lightning
wanders the sky,
but my thoughts are stilled,
well-centered
my mind.
Notes#
Translation © Thanissaro Bhikkhu, from dhammatalks.org, licensed under CC BY 4.0.
The earth’s sprinkled
with rain, wind
is blowing, lightning
wanders the sky,
but my thoughts are stilled,
well-centered
my mind.