In Buddhism, a Sotāpanna (Pali), Srotāpanna (Sanskrit; ch: rùliú 入流, Tib. རྒྱན་ཞུགས rgyun zhugs), or "stream-winner" is a person who has eradicated the first three fetters (sanyojanas) of the mind. Sotapanna literally means "one who entered (āpanna) the stream (sota)", after a metaphor which calls the Noble Eightfold Path, 'a stream' (SN 55.5). Sotapannaship (Sotaapatti) is the first of the four stages of enlightenment.
According to Tripitaka Master Bhikshu Hsuan Hua's Commentary on the Vajra Sutra, "A Shrotaapanna is a first stage Arhat. Certification to the first fruit of Arhatship, which is within the Small Vehicle, comes when the eighty-eight categories of view delusions are smashed." p. 77
Venerable Hsuan Hua continues, "The first fruit is that of Srotāpanna, a Sanskrit word which means "One Who Has Entered the Flow." He opposes the flow of common people's six dusts and enters the flow of the sage's dharma-nature. Entering the flow means entering the state of the accomplished sage of the Small Vehicle." (Vajra Sutra Commentary, p. 78, Buddhist Text Translation Society, 2002)
My leathers fit tight around me
Whip is always beside me
You want the same thing everyday
I'll teach you love a different way
You'll learn to love me
And my sweet pain
My love will drive you insane
Sweet pain
My love will drive you insane
And pain has got its reason
And if you don't stop your teasin', baby
I'm gonna show you now
You'll get your lovin' anyhow, anyhow
And you'll get to love me
And my sweet pain
My love will drive you insane
Ahh, sweet pain
My love will drive you insane
Ahh, you got to love me any way I say
Ahh, you got to love me and my sweet pain
Pain has got it's reason
You find it pleasin', yes you do, yes you do
And I'm gonna show you now
You'll get to love it anyhow, anyhow and
You'll get to love me
And my sweet pain
My love will drive you insane
Ahh, sweet pain
My love will drive you insane
Sweet pain
My love will drive you insane
Sweet pain
My love will drive you insane
Ahh, sweet pain
(Sweet pain)
My love will drive you insane
Sweet pain
(Sweet pain)
My love will drive you insane
Sweet pain
(Sweet pain)
My love will drive you insane
Sweet pain
(Sweet pain)
If Cyrano De Bergerac
Fell prey to the blades of fifty men
With a heart and a sword
He'd drive them back
Perchance to see Roxanne's
Eyes light up the sky again
When beauty kind and full of grace
Again denied the beast her hand
The beast he turned
And hid his face
And tried with all his might
And magic to understand
And once upon a time
You know I used to wonder why
You know no one should need to cry
In pain of a heart forbade to fly
But you learn to say goodbye
As you whisper beneath a sigh
Sweet pain, can't you plainly see?
Sweet pain, you know it matters to me
Sweet pain, won't you make me feel at home?
Sweet pain, don't you dare leave me alone
Sometimes a life that seems hard to take
Is soothed for a while by an old friend
Leaving a bad need in its wake
Sad how, some friendships
Never ever seem to end, never end
All of my heroes up and died
Songs and a dream are left for me
What did them in, not suicide
Just a lengthy friendship
And a dream of how it could be
And isn't it a crime?
Was it more than they could bear?
You know they did not even care at all
And they might have something there
But I'm here and I don't see where
All I hear is their silent prayer
Sweet pain, is it so terribly wrong?
Sweet pain, to want to come along
Sweet pain, won't you make me smile?
Sweet pain, if only for a while
Can you feel what I feel?
So we can establish that the pain is real
Don't be afraid and I'll do the same for you
And we'll just hang on
And we'll make it, make it through
There's got to be a reason it works out this way
And there's something deep inside me
That makes me have to play
For you, for you
In no position to give advice
My heart it spoke and I wrote it down
And you know every wisdom has its price
My head up in the stars
And my feet planted firmly on the ground
When will I embrace this life I see?
I've been wondering for so long
Thinking back, the truth may be
I've been unaware but I've been living it all along
And it didn't cost a dime
And it did not come for free
It just would not let me be
But it never conquered me
Just a doorway and a key
And I think that we both agree
Sweet pain, is sometimes what you need
Sweet pain, it allows the blood to bleed
Sweet pain, from the moment of your birth
payne avenue lives up to its name some nights it's painful and strange. the whole city seemed sane in the day. but some nights it seems distressed and deranged. the east side is where we met with those guys that said they'd get us high but that changed. now they're down in the basement. they're bashing out his brains. kids are getting cut up with the motorcycle chains.
st. paul had it all when we called. they were maxing out on medicine. a shaved head. the blood on the bed. those guys you'd recognize. they had the same tattoos as gideon. strong stuff and she had more than enough. she was slumping over smiling and sailing off with cherubim. the cityscape skins are kinda kicking it again. they're gonna show these kids some discipline.
gideon's been living up in bay city, michigan. he's been workng at the michelin. he got messed up with some messed up magicians. we got so high some nights michigan looked just like a mitten some nights we got fried. strung out on residuals and visuals and laser shows. reach into the speaker and try to hold on to the quarter notes.
i always dream about a unified scene. there's james king and king james and james dean. at a table in the corner of my unified scene. they want a double order of love and respect. they said they just got back from up in hostile, massachussetts. girl i've seen your friend. she looks nothing like jada pinkett. i think you got something in those cigarettes.
gideon was living up in south minneapolis. he was the cowboy on the crosstown bus. all the little phillies at the yukon club are gunning for the goldrush. we got tangled in electrical fences. we got wrapped up in the indian fringes. all the little phillies at the yukon club are gunning for the goldrush. they just can't get enough.
Stuff myself into your reason
I lie real close and cling
I'd get small I'd even crawl
For the madness you would bring
Find comfort in your tangled words
I'd be sharper than your grief
I'd gather up into the dust of all your fears
And live in the corners of what you believe
I'd conjure up a second heart
To house your sweet pain
I'd love you so hard other folks
Won't have to strain to hear
I'd become your shadow
And haunt for just a taste of your want
This sickness is a mutant bliss
It's a slow steady shrinking into thinking
I'd evaporate without your hate
To remind me I'm still here
I'd conjure up a second heart
To house your sweet pain
I'd love you so hard other folks
Won't have to strain to hear
I'd become your shadow
And haunt for just a taste of your want
More than any other could