The Fire Sermon (Ādittapariyāya Sutta)

At one time the Blessed One was staying at Gayā, on Gayā Head (Gayāsīsa), together with a thousand monks. There the Blessed One addressed the monks: "Monks, everything is burning. And what, monks, is this 'everything' that is burning? The eye, monks, is burning, sights are burning, eye-consciousness is burning, eye-contact is burning. Whatever is felt with eye-contact as its condition, whether pleasant, painful, or neither painful nor pleasant, that too is burning. Burning with what? Burning with the fire of passion, the fire of hatred and the fire of delusion; burning with birth, ageing and death, with sorrow, lamentation, bodily pain, mental pain and despair, I say. The ear is burning, sounds are burning … (and so on) … The nose is burning, smells are burning … (and so on) … The tongue is burning, tastes are burning, tongue-consciousness is burning, tongue-contact is burning. Whatever is felt with tongue-contact as its condition, whether pleasant, painful, or neither painful nor pleasant, that too is burning. Burning with what? Burning with the fire of passion, the fire of hatred and the fire of delusion; burning with birth, ageing and death, with sorrow, lamentation, bodily pain, mental pain and despair, I say. The body is burning, touches are burning … (and so on) … The mind is burning, mental phenomena are burning, mind-consciousness is burning, mind-contact is burning. Whatever is felt with mind-contact as its condition, whether pleasant, painful, or neither painful nor pleasant, that too is burning. Burning with what? Burning with the fire of passion, the fire of hatred and the fire of delusion; burning with birth, ageing and death, with sorrow, lamentation, bodily pain, mental pain and despair, I say. Seeing it this way, monks, a noble disciple who has heard the teaching grows weary of the eye, weary of sights, weary of eye-consciousness, weary of eye-contact, and weary of whatever is felt with eye-contact as its condition, whether pleasant, painful, or neither painful nor pleasant … (and so on) … he grows weary of the ear, the nose, the tongue, the body and the mind, down to whatever is felt with mind-contact as its condition, whether pleasant, painful, or neither painful nor pleasant. Being weary, his passion fades away. As passion fades, his mind is freed. When it is freed, he knows that it is freed. He knows: 'Birth is exhausted, the holy life has been lived to its end, the work to be done is finished, and there is nothing more to do for this state of being.'"

That is what the Blessed One said. Pleased, the monks delighted in the Blessed One's words. And while this explanation was being given, the minds of those thousand monks were freed from the mental outflows (āsava) through not clinging.