There was a mother
who was feeding her tender baby at her breast.
Suddenly, she plunged
into a violent quarrel with her neighbors,
and forgot to keep her baby down,
in the heat of vulgar oratory.
The poor child drank
the toxin-mixed milk of the mother
and when the flames of anger subsided,
the mother found that she had a corpse on her breast!
Desire, to which you are too fondly attached,
breed anger and its nefarious brood.
Discard it and you can have perpetual youth.
The bliss that the Atman can manifest will keep age and aging away.
divinely sent
