Below is the final chapter of the Dhammapada (Easwaran translation), the teaching of Buddha. I find this beautifully inspiring and something I aim to experience in my life. I hope you enjoy this and attain this in your life.
Cross the river bravely; conquer all your passions. Go beyond the world of fragments and know the deathless ground of life.
Cross the river bravely; conquer all your passions. Go beyond your likes and dislikes and all fetters will fall away.
Who is a true brahmin? That one I call a brahmin who has neither likes nor dislikes and is free from the chains of fear. Who is a true brahmin?
That one I call a brahmin who has trained the mind to be still and reached the supreme goal of life.
The sun shines in the day; the moon shines in the night. The warrior shines in battle, the brahmin in meditation. But day and night the Buddha shines in radiance of love for all.
That one I call a brahmin who has shed all evil. I call that one a recluse whose mind is serene; a wanderer, whose heart is pure.
That one I call a brahmin who is never angry, never causes harm to others even when harmed by them.
That one I call a brahmin who clings not to pleasure. Do not cause sorrow to others; no more sorrow will come to you. That one I call a brahmin who does not hurt others with unkind acts, words, or thoughts. Both body and mind obey him.
That one I call a brahmin who walks in the footsteps of the Buddha. Light your torch from the fire of his sacrifice. It is not matted hair nor birth that makes a brahmin, but truth and the love for all of life with which one’s heart is full. What use is matted hair? What use is a deerskin on which to sit for meditation if your mind still seethes with lust?
Saffron robe and outward show do not make a brahmin, but training of the mind and senses through practice of meditation. Neither riches nor high caste makes a brahmin. Free yourself from selfish desires and you will become a brahmin.
The brahmin has thrown off all chains and trembles not in fear. No selfish bonds can ensnare such a one, no impure thought pollute the mind.
That one I call a brahmin who has cut through the strap and thong and chain of karma. Such a one has got up from sleep, fully awake.
That one I call a brahmin who fears neither prison nor death. Such a one has the power of love no army can defeat. That one I call a brahmin who is never angry, never goes astray from the path, who is pure and self-controlled. This body is the last.
That one I call a brahmin who clings not to pleasure, no more than water to a lotus leaf or mustard seed to the tip of a needle. For such a one no more sorrow will come, no more burden will fall.
That one I call a brahmin whose wisdom is profound and whose understanding deep, who by following the right path and avoiding the wrong has reached the highest goal.
That one I call a brahmin whose wants are few, who is detached from householders and homeless mendicants alike. That one I call a brahmin who has put aside weapons and renounced violence toward all creatures. Such a one neither kills nor helps others to kill.
That one I call a brahmin who is never hostile to those who are hostile toward him, who is detached among those who are selfish and at peace among those at war.
That one I call a brahmin from whom passion and hatred, arrogance and deceit, have fallen away like mustard seed from the point of a needle.
That one I call a brahmin who is ever true, ever kind. Such a one never asks what life can give, only ‘What can I give life?’
That one I call a brahmin who has found his heaven, free from every selfish desire, free from every impurity. Wanting nothing at all, doubting nothing at all, master of both body and mind, such a one has gone beyond time and death.
That one I call a brahmin who has gone beyond good and evil and is free from sorrow, passion, and impurity.
That one I call a brahmin who has risen above the duality of this world, free from sorrow and free from sin. Such a one shines like the full moon with no cloud in the sky.
That one I call a brahmin who has crossed the river difficult and dangerous to cross, and safely reached the other shore.
That one I call a brahmin who has turned his back upon himself. Homeless, such a one is ever at home; egoless, he is ever full. Self-will has left his mind; it will never return. Sorrow has left his life; it will never return.
That one I call a brahmin who has overcome the urge to possess even heavenly things and is free from all selfish attachments. That one I call a brahmin who is free from bondage to human beings and to nature alike, the hero who has conquered the world.
That one I call a brahmin who is free from I, me, and mine, who knows the rise and fall of life. Such a one is awake and will not fall asleep again. That one I call a brahmin whose way no one can know. Such a one lives free from past and future, free from decay and death. Possessing nothing, desiring nothing for their own pleasure, their own profit, they have become a force for good, working for the freedom of all.
That one I call a Brahmin who is fearless, heroic, unshakable, a great sage who has conquered death and attained life’s goal. Brahmins have reached the end of the way; they have crossed the river of life. All that they had to do is done: they have become one with all life.