Remembering my Child
An Account of One Woman's Awakening through Zen
by Nakayama Momoyo




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I have gone round in the vain cycles of many lives
Ever striving to find the builder of the house
Of life and death. How great is the sorrow of life that must die!
But now I have seen thee, housebuilder,
Never more shall thou build this house.
The rafters of sins are broken, the ridge-pole
Of ignorance is destroyed.
The fever of craving is past:
For my mortal mind is gone to the joy of the immortal Nirvana.

Dhammapada