Dhammika(excerpt)
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In ancient times when seafaring merchants put to sea in ships, they took with them a bird to sight land. When the ship was out of sight of land, they released the bird; and it flew eastward and westward, northward and southward, upward and all around. And if the bird saw no land, it returned to the ship; but if the bird sighted land nearby, it was truly gone.
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Once upon a time there was a royal fig tree called Steadfast, belonging to king Koravya, whose five outstretched branches provided a cool and pleasing shade. Its girth extended a hundred miles, and its roots spread out for forty miles. And the fruits of that tree were indeed great: As large as harvest baskets—such were its succulent fruits—and as clear as the honey of bees.
One portion was enjoyed by the king, along with his household of women; one portion was enjoyed by the army; one portion was enjoyed by the people of the town and village; one portion was enjoyed by brahmans and ascetics; and one portion was enjoyed by the beasts and birds. Nobody guarded the fruits of that royal tree, and neither did anyone harm one another for the sake of its fruits.
But then a certain man came along who fed upon as much of Steadfast’s fruits as he wanted, broke off a branch, and wandered on his way. And the deva who dwelled in Steadfast thought to herself: “It is astonishing, it is truly amazing, that such an evil man would dare to feed upon as much of Steadfast’s fruits as he wants, break off a branch, and then wander on his way! Now, what if Steadfast were in the future to bear no more fruit?” And so the royal fig tree Steadfast bore no more fruit.
So then king Koravya went up to where Sakka, chief among the gods, was dwelling, and having approached said this: “Surely you must know, sire, that Steadfast, the royal fig tree, no longer bears fruit?” And then Sakka created a magical creation of such a form that a mighty wind and rain came down and toppled the royal fig tree Steadfast, uprooting it entirely. And then the deva who dwelled in Steadfast grieved, lamented, and stood weeping on one side with a face full of tears.
And then Sakka, chief among the gods, went up to where the deva was standing, and having approached said this: “Why is it, deva, that you grieve and lament and stand on one side with a face full of tears?” “It is because, sire, a mighty wind and rain has come and toppled my abode, uprooting it entirely.”
“And were you, deva, upholding the dhamma of trees when this happened?” “But how is it, sire, that a tree upholds the dhamma of trees?”
“Like this, deva: Root-cutters take the root of the tree; bark-strippers take the bark; leaf-pickers take the leaves; flower-pickers take the flowers; fruit-pickers take the fruits—and none of this is reason enough for a deva to think only of herself or become morose. Thus it is, deva, that a tree upholds the dhamma of trees.”
“Then indeed, sire, I was not upholding the dhamma of trees when the mighty wind and rain came and toppled my abode, uprooting it entirely.” “If it were the case, deva, that you were to uphold the dhamma of trees, it may be that your abode might be as it was before.” “I will indeed, sire, uphold the dhamma of trees! May my abode be as it was before!”
And then Sakka, chief among the gods, created a magical creation of such a form that a mighty wind and rain came down and raised up the royal fig tree Steadfast, and its roots were entirely healed.
- Translator: Andrew Olendzki
- Editor: Gabriel Laera
About Dhammika
you first hurt yourself.
Having hurt yourself,
you harm the other.
At one time the Buddha was staying near Rājagaha, on the Vulture’s Peak Mountain.
Now at that time Venerable Dhammika was a resident in all seven monasteries of his native land.
There he abused visiting mendicants; he insulted, harmed, attacked, and harassed them.
The visiting mendicants who were treated in this way did not stay. They left, abandoning the monastery.
Then the local lay followers thought to themselves,
“We have supplied the mendicant Saṅgha with robes, almsfood, lodgings, and medicines and supplies for the sick.
But the visiting mendicants don’t stay. They leave, abandoning the monastery.
What is the cause, what is the reason for this?”
Then the local lay followers thought to themselves,
“This Venerable Dhammika abuses visiting mendicants; he insults, harms, attacks, and harasses them.
The visiting mendicants who were treated in this way do not stay. They leave, abandoning the monastery.
Why don’t we banish Venerable Dhammika?”
Then the local lay followers went up to Venerable Dhammika and said to him,
“Sir, please leave this monastery.
You’ve stayed here long enough.”
Then Venerable Dhammika left and went to another monastery.
There he abused visiting mendicants; he insulted, harmed, attacked, and harassed them.
The visiting mendicants who were treated in this way did not stay. They left, abandoning the monastery.
Then the local lay followers thought to themselves: …
They said to Venerable Dhammika,
“Sir, please leave this monastery.
You’ve stayed here long enough.”
Then Venerable Dhammika left and went to another monastery.
There he abused visiting mendicants; he insulted, harmed, attacked, and harassed them.
The visiting mendicants who were treated in this way did not stay. They left, abandoning the monastery.
Then the local lay followers thought to themselves,
“Why don’t we banish Venerable Dhammika from all seven monasteries in our native land?”
Then the local lay followers went up to Venerable Dhammika and said to him,
“Sir, please leave all seven monasteries in our native land.”
Then Venerable Dhammika thought,
“I’ve been banished by the local lay followers from all seven monasteries in my native land.
Where am I to go now?”
He thought,
“Why don’t I go to see the Buddha?”
Then Venerable Dhammika took his bowl and robe and set out for Rājagaha.
Eventually he came to Rājagaha and the Vulture’s Peak. He went up to the Buddha, bowed, and sat down to one side. The Buddha said to him,
“So, Brahmin Dhammika, where have you come from?”
“Sir, I’ve been banished by the local lay followers from all seven monasteries in my native land.”
“Enough, Brahmin Dhammika, what’s that to you? Now that you’ve been banished from all of those places, you have come to me.
Once upon a time, some sea-merchants set sail for the ocean deeps, taking with them a land-spotting bird.
When their ship was out of sight of land, they released the bird.
It flew right away to the east, the west, the north, the south, upwards, and in-between.
If it saw land on any side, it went there and stayed.
But if it saw no land on any side it returned to the ship.
In the same way, now that you’ve been banished from all of those places, you have come to me.
Once upon a time, King Koravya had a royal banyan tree with five trunks called ‘Well Planted’. It was shady and lovely.
Its canopy spread over twelve leagues, while the network of roots spread for five leagues.
Its fruits were as large as
a rice pot.
And they were as sweet as
pure wild honey.
The king and harem made use of one trunk, the troops another, the people of town and country another, ascetics and brahmins another, and beasts and birds another.
No-one guarded the fruit, yet no-one damaged another’s fruits.
Then a certain person ate as much as he liked of the fruit, then broke off a branch and left.
Then the deity haunting the royal banyan tree thought,
‘It’s incredible, it’s amazing!
How wicked this person is, to eat as much as they like, then break off a branch and leave! Why don’t I make sure that the royal banyan tree gives no fruit in future?’
Then the royal banyan tree gave no more fruit.
Then King Koravya went up to Sakka, lord of gods, and said to him,
‘Please sir, you should know that the royal banyan tree called Well Planted gives no fruit.’
Then Sakka used his psychic powers to will that a violent storm come. And it felled and uprooted the royal banyan tree.
If you attack such a mendicant,
Then the deity haunting the tree stood to one side, miserable and sad, weeping, with a tearful face.
Then Sakka went up to that deity, and said,
‘Why, god, are you standing to one side, miserable and sad, weeping, with a tearful face?’
‘Because, my good sir, a violent storm came and felled and uprooted my home.’
‘Well, did you stand by your tree’s duty when the storm came?’
‘But my good sir, how does a tree stand by its duty?’
‘It’s when those who need the tree’s roots, bark, leaves, flowers, or fruit take what they need.
Yet the deity is not displeased or upset because of this.
This is how a tree stands by its duty.’
‘I was not standing by a tree’s duty when the storm came and felled and uprooted my home.’
‘God, if you were to stand by a tree’s duty, your home may be as it was before.’
‘I will stand by a tree’s duty! May my home be as it was before!’
Then Sakka used his psychic power to will that a violent storm come. And it raised up that mighty banyan tree and the bark of the roots was healed.
In the same way, Brahmin Dhammika, were you standing by an ascetic’s duty when the local lay followers banished you from all seven of the monasteries in your native land?”
“But sir, how do I stand by an ascetic’s duty?”
“When someone abuses, annoys, or argues with an ascetic, the ascetic doesn’t abuse, annoy, or argue back at them.
That’s how an ascetic stands by an ascetic’s duty.”
“I was not standing by an ascetic’s duty when the local lay followers banished me from all seven of the monasteries in my native land.”
“Once upon a time, there was a Teacher called Sunetta. He was a religious founder and was free of sensual desire.
He had many hundreds of disciples.
He taught them the path to rebirth in the company of Brahmā.
Those lacking confidence in Sunetta were—when their body broke up, after death—reborn in a place of loss, a bad place, the underworld, hell.
Those full of confidence in Sunetta were—when their body broke up, after death—reborn in a good place, a heavenly realm.
Once upon a time there was a teacher called Mūgapakkha …
Aranemi …
Kuddālaka …
Hatthipāla …
Jotipāla. He was a religious founder and was free of sensual desire.
He had many hundreds of disciples.
He taught them the way to rebirth in the company of Brahmā.
Those lacking confidence in Jotipāla were—when their body broke up, after death—reborn in a place of loss, a bad place, the underworld, hell.
Those full of confidence in Jotipāla were—when their body broke up, after death—reborn in a good place, a heavenly realm.
What do you think, Brahmin Dhammika?
If someone with malicious intent were to abuse and insult these six teachers with their hundreds of followers, would they not make much bad karma?”
“Yes, sir.”
“They would indeed.
But someone who abuses and insults a single person accomplished in view with malicious intent makes even more bad karma.
Why is that?
Brahmin Dhammika, I say that any injury done by those outside of the Buddhist community does not compare with what is done to one’s own spiritual companions.
So you should train like this:
‘We will have no malicious intent for those who we want to have as our spiritual companions.’
That is how you should train.
Sunetta and Mūgapakkha,
and Aranemi the brahmin,
Hatthipāla the student,
and Kuddālaka were Teachers.
And Jotipāla Govinda
was priest for seven kings.
These six famous teachers,
harmless ones of the past,
were free of putrefaction, compassionate,
gone beyond the fetter of sensuality.
Detached from sensual desire,
they were reborn in the Brahmā realm.
Many hundreds of
their disciples were also
free of putrefaction-stench, compassionate,
gone beyond the fetter of sensuality.
Detached from sensual desire,
they were reborn in the Brahmā realm.
One who insults
with malicious intent
these non-Buddhist hermits,
free of desire, immersed in samādhi;
such a man
makes much bad karma.
But one who insults
with malicious intent
a single person accomplished in view,
a mendicant disciple of the Buddha;
that man
makes even more bad karma.
You shouldn’t attack a holy person,
who has given up the grounds for views.
This person is called
the seventh of the noble Saṅgha.
They’re not free of desire for sensual pleasures,
and their faculties are still immature:
faith, mindfulness, and energy,
serenity and discernment.
But if you protect yourself,
the other is also protected.
So you should protect yourself.
An astute person is always uninjured.”
