I cannot bear to hear of restraint; my spirit
is weary. I cannot bear any one’s company;
I find it pleasant to sit by myself. I weary of the
life of sensuous desire. Tuka says, The snares of
desire and illusion, that keep us from God, increase
our pain.
is weary. I cannot bear any one’s company;
I find it pleasant to sit by myself. I weary of the
life of sensuous desire. Tuka says, The snares of
desire and illusion, that keep us from God, increase
our pain.