Let go the past what has gone before – Let go the future that which comes after
Let go thy hold on the middle as well – Thus with mind released in every way
Then comest never more to birth and decay
“So freed , so freed – So thoroughly freed am I
From my pestle – My shameless husband & his sun shade making
My moldy old pot with its snake smell – Aversion & passion I cut with a chop
Having come to the foot of a tree – I do Jhana from the bliss thinking
what bliss”
