283-285*²⁸⁵:

Cut down
the forest of desire,
not the forest of trees.
From the forest of desire
come danger & fear.
Having cut down this forest
& its underbrush, monks,
    be deforested.

For as long as the least
bit of underbrush
of a man for women
is not cleared away,
the heart is fixated
    like a suckling calf
    on its mother.

Crush
your sense of self-allure
    like an autumn lily
    in the hand.
Nurture only the path to peace
    -- Unbinding --
as taught by the One Well Gone.