The Strengths of One Who Is Free

One quiet day, Venerable Sāriputta went to visit the Blessed One. The morning was cool, and the forest was alive with soft, scattered sounds—the faint chirping of birds, the rustle of leaves stirred by a passing breeze, the distant crack of a branch falling somewhere deep in the grove. The sunlight filtered through the tall sal trees, casting shifting patterns of gold and green on the forest floor.

When Sāriputta arrived, he bowed deeply, lowering his head in reverence, as one who has found a safe harbor bows to the one who showed him the shore. He then sat quietly to one side, folding his robe neatly, settling his body into stillness. The Blessed One regarded him with eyes full of calm and kindness, his presence like the steady warmth of the morning sun.

After a moment of silence, the Blessed One spoke in a voice that was neither hurried nor slow, but carried the weight of deep knowing.
“Sāriputta, tell me—how many strengths does a monk possess when his mind is completely free from all stains, all clinging, all defilements? Strengths that allow him to speak with unshakable certainty, ‘The defilements are ended in me’?”

Sāriputta’s face lit with respect, for he knew the question was not just about knowledge, but about living truth. “Lord,” he said, “there are eight such strengths. And when these are fully present, a monk can speak not from memory, not from hearsay, but from the direct, clear seeing of his own heart.”

He began to describe them, his voice unhurried, allowing the meaning to sink in.

He spoke first of the deep seeing of impermanence—the quiet but unshakable understanding that nothing in this world stands still. Every sight, sound, thought, feeling, and form is like a cloud drifting across the sky—changing shape, dissolving into something new. The seasons turn; the rivers flow without pausing; even the mountains, solid as they seem, are slowly wearing away. To see this truth with clarity is to loosen the grip of clinging, to stand on ground that no change can disturb.

He spoke of how one who has ended the defilements understands the nature of sensual desire. To those untrained, pleasures of the senses seem sweet and safe, like a bright fire on a cold night. But with wisdom, they are seen as dangerous, like embers that may look harmless yet will burn the hand that grasps them. This seeing does not come from fear, but from understanding; it is the calm knowledge that such pleasures cannot give lasting peace, and that reaching for them is like reaching for smoke.

Sāriputta’s words flowed like water over smooth stones as he spoke of the mind’s turning toward solitude. Such a monk delights in quiet places: the shade beneath a forest tree, the open expanse of a moonlit clearing, the hush before dawn when the world is still asleep. In seclusion, his heart feels light, unburdened, like a traveler who has set down a heavy load after a long journey. Noise and distraction hold no pull over him; renunciation is not a loss, but a gain beyond measure.

His mindfulness is steady, clear, and unbroken. He knows the body simply as it is—breathing, moving, changing—not as “I” or “mine,” but as part of the great stream of nature. He notices feelings—pleasant, unpleasant, and neutral—without clinging or pushing away. He watches the mind, knowing whether it is restless or calm, clouded or clear, and he understands the mental qualities that lead toward harm and those that lead toward peace. His awareness is like a lamp that continues to burn even in the wind—protected, unwavering, and bright.

Sāriputta spoke of the inner powers that such a monk develops: the power of aspiration that keeps his direction true, the power of energy that keeps him from laziness, the power of concentration that keeps the mind collected, and the power of wisdom that keeps it rightly guided. Together, they are like the firm pillars of a well-built house, holding everything in balance and security.

He spoke of the inner faculties—faith, energy, mindfulness, concentration, and wisdom—that have grown strong and harmonious. Faith steadies the heart like a deep-rooted tree in the wind. Energy moves him forward like a boat catching the right current. Mindfulness keeps him anchored in the present moment, concentration gathers his mind into stillness, and wisdom lights the way like a lantern in the night. Each faculty supports the others, like skilled musicians playing in perfect harmony.

He described the wholesome qualities that awaken the heart—mindfulness, investigation, energy, joy, tranquility, concentration, and equanimity. These grow within him like rare flowers in a well-tended garden, each with its own beauty and fragrance. Mindfulness opens the way, investigation sharpens understanding, energy keeps the path alive, joy refreshes the spirit, tranquility soothes the heart, concentration gathers the mind, and equanimity spreads a boundless calm over all experiences.

And finally, Sāriputta spoke of the noble eightfold path, fully lived and completed—right view, right intention, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness, and right concentration. Together they are like the eight spokes of a perfectly balanced wheel, carrying the traveler smoothly to the far shore of liberation.

When these qualities are present, Sāriputta said, there is no doubt, no hesitation, no uncertainty. The monk knows for himself, as surely as one holding a clear jewel in his hand, “The defilements are ended in me.” And in that knowing, there is no pride, only peace—deep, steady, and unshakable.

The forest was silent when Sāriputta finished speaking, as if the trees themselves were listening. The Blessed One simply nodded, and in that moment, nothing more needed to be said.

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