Sappadāsa

In the twenty-five years since I went forth, I have not found peace of mind, even as long as a finger-snap. Since I couldn’t get my mind unified, I was racked by desire for pleasures of the senses. Wailing, with outstretched arms, I left my dwelling. Or shall I commit suicide? What’s the point of living? For how on earth can one such as me die after resigning the training? Then I picked up a razor, I sat on a cot: the razor was ready to slice my vein. Then the realization came upon me— the danger became clear, and I was firmly disillusioned. Then my mind was freed— behold the clear rightness of the teaching! I’ve attained the three knowledges, and fulfilled the Buddha’s instructions.