"The body is a den of filth,
It is a basket of diseases,
It is a tuber that decays with age,
It is a bunch of twigs that will not be able to float
In the river of the world till the end,
It is a quiver of arrows.
O' mind! Do not harbour the illusion
That the body is permanent.
Make haste to take refuge at the feet of the Lord."
~ Baba ~
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