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(Undated letter home, ≈ November 1952.)

Just a fluff post to share a sentence I like. Is there a more quotable writer?

To me, it also presages "... this stylus of the slingstone metal, which marks as though it were wax."

TO CATCH A THIEF

Another problem arose when it became known that the nuns had planted

fruit trees. At the beginning, people would come in to ask for a few of

the papayas, guavas, lemons or bananas; after a while, they came to steal.

One of the nuns resident at that time remembers the skilful way Luang

Por solved the problem:

“The thieves would usually sneak in at about eight or nine at night while

the monks were attending the evening session. One day Luang Por told

some postulants to cut some of the largest korm thorn bushes and conceal

them by the side of the path used by the thieves. That night he had monks

wait at three points along the path. He himself was at the first point close

to where the thieves would steal the papayas. The second point lay half-

way along the path, and the third was near to the thorn trap.

“At the expected time, the thieves came into view carrying bags and

baskets. While they were engrossed in picking the papayas, Luang Por

gave a signal and the thorn bushes were placed length-wise along the path.

The bushes were big. Every branch was covered with sharp thorns and

they covered the path completely.

“When Luang Por estimated that the thieves had almost filled their bas-

kets, he coughed softly. The cough wasn’t loud enough to make them

panic and throw away their booty immediately, but it was enough for

them to decide they needed to leave quickly. The thieves lifted the baskets

to their shoulders and hurried off, half-walking, half-running. When they

reached the second point Luang Por shouted out from behind them: ‘Did

you see anyone go that way?’ ‘Where are they? Where are they?’, the

monks hiding at the second point shouted back.

“Hearing these voices the thieves got really scared and started to run

like crazy. When they reached the third point the monks hiding there

made a commotion. Meanwhile, behind them, the monks from the first

two points were chasing them down the path. The sound of shouts and

whoops filled the forest. Now the thieves really panicked. They threw

down the baskets and lengths of cloth wrapping the papayas and sprinted

away – straight into the thorn bushes. The first thief suddenly felt the

pain and pulled up sharply. The second one cannoned into him and the

two of them crawled around trying desperately to free themselves from

the thorn bushes. Their groans of pain were deafening. Anyway, they

were so afraid that, finally, they managed to get free and ran off back to

their village.

“Luang Por had the postulants gather up the evidence, the baskets and

the khaoma cloths. He knew the identity of the thieves would be no secret,

because they would be laid up in bed for two or three days before their

children would be able to pull out all the thorns. After that time had

passed he sent for the Village Headman.

“Luang Por said, ‘Tell them to come and collect their baskets and cloths.

They dropped them in the forest. Tell them they don’t have to be afraid.

Tell them to come and get them from me. They’ve left them here a long

time already. If they don’t hurry the papayas will have dried up and they

won’t be able to sell them.’

“One of the thieves came. Luang Por spoke to him kindly, without scolding,

and taught him to carry on an honest livelihood and to give up thieving;

the papayas weren’t worth the bad kamma. After that, the thefts ceased.”

Source: Stillness Flowing – The Life and Teachings of Ajahn Chah

>"There's a new Dharma Storybooks app now live and open for testing:

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>"It's up and running online now, but still a work in progress — the offline download section in particular is being rebuilt and won't be finished for a few months. If you do download anything offline in the meantime, please note it will likely need to be re-downloaded once the final version is released.

>"If any Buddhists here have a bit of time, it would be a huge help to try the app out and share feedback through the support panel inside the app itself — bugs, suggestions, anything that doesn't work as expected, all welcome.

>"The project is by Bhante Anandajoti, and the app has been built for free by a bhikkhu, as we dont have people to test it any help would be appreciated Thank you"

Below is the commentary for the verse lines I asked about a few days ago from Therīgāthā 5.4.

85. tassā me appamattāya, vicinantiyā yoniso;
    yathābhūtaṃ ayaṃ kāyo, diṭṭho santarabāhiro;

ten'āha tassā me appamattāyā'ti'ādi. tass'attho — tassā me (sati-avippavāsena a-ppamattāya) (yoniso upāyena anicc'ādi-vasena vipassanāpaññāya) (vicinantiyā vīmaṃsantiyā) (ayaṃ khandhapañcakasaṅkhāto kāyo) (sasantānaparasantānavibhāgato santarabāhiro) yathābhūtaṃ diṭṭho

The round brackets are my guess as to how parts are grouped.

Can anyone explain "sasantānaparasantānavibhāgato santarabāhiro" ?

Pruitt has "inside and outside, because of the division into one's own continuity and continuity of others"

I understand how the grammar and vocabulary give that reading, but what does it mean in terms of doctrine? As an explanation of internal/external reflection?

Any help much appreciated.

Here's Pruitt's (PTS 1998, 114) translation of the whole passage, in case it helps:

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>"The meaning of that is: vigilant through non-absence of mindfulness, in a reasoned manner, skillfully, by wisdom and insight because of impermanence etc., reflecting, considering, I saw this body, which is synonymous with the five aggregates, inside and outside, because of the division into one's own continuity and continuity of others, as it really was."

Here's a chance to take a four-session academic course on the fundamentals of Theravada Buddhism with a teacher who has one foot in the academic world, and one foot in traditional Theravada contexts in Myanmar and elsewhere. Hosted by Sati Center, Redwood City, CA.

https://sati.org/series/theravada-buddhism-with-dr-aleix-ruiz-falques/

Course Contents

Week 1 — History: The Historical Development of the Mahāvihāra School

Week 2 — Literature: Orality, Canon, and Scholasticism

Week 3 — Philosophy: From Silence to Abhidhamma Debate

Week 4 — Meditation: Concentration, Insight, Love, and Compassion

About the Instructor:
Dr. Aleix Ruiz-Falqués is Head of the Department of Pali and Languages at the Shan State Buddhist University, Khyentse Postdoctoral Research Fellow in Buddhist Studies, and Lecturer of Pali at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem

Aleix teaches graduate courses in Pali language and literature in Taunggyi, Myanmar. He completed his PhD at the University of Cambridge in 2016, under the supervision of Prof. Eivind Kahrs. His research focuses on traditional grammar and scholasticism in Pali, particularly in Myanmar. More broadly, he is interested in ancient Indian literature (kāvya) and philosophy or knowledge systems (śāstra).

After completing his PhD, Aleix worked for two years on Pali manuscripts in Thailand, and he spent one year doing independent research in India. In 2018, he moved to the Shan State in Myanmar, where his long-term project is to teach and learn the Pali and Burmese languages and literature in a traditional monastic setting. One of his long-term goals is to reveal and demystify the treasures of the Pali medieval tradition that explain how we still possess the ancient words of the Buddha today

A minute or two into meditating along with this talk my neighbor started sawing with a circular saw, or some such loud tool. It meshed perfectly with the talk at that moment. To me this is a very essential teaching, how mindfulness immersed in the body creates an inner refuge.

>"In this interview, Ajahn Nisabho speaks with Amanda Knox, who was falsely convicted of murder in 2009, about her journey to find meaning in prison and forgiveness afterwards. The conversation delves into Amanda's practice of meditation, loving-kindness (metta), and advice for those struggling to forgive."

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A recent talk by Ajahn Sucitto on the four foundations of mindfulness, and especially the role of the body in relation to heart and mind. To me it's very illuminating.

https://dharmaseed.org/talks/97952/

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"With everything to be eaten placed in the bowl, he sat contemplating the true purpose of the food he was about to eat as a means of dousing the inner fires of hell; that is to say, any craving for food that might arise due to hunger. Otherwise, the mind might succumb to the power of craving and indulge in the fine taste of food, when in fact, it should be reflecting on food’s essential qualities: how all food, being simply a composition of gross elements, is inherently disgusting by its very nature.

"With this thought firmly fixed in his mind, he chewed his food mindfully to deny any opening to craving until he had finished the meal. Afterwards, he washed the bowl, wiped it dry, exposed it to direct sunlight for a few minutes, then replaced it in its cloth covering and put it neatly away in its proper place. Then, it was time once again to resume the task of battling the kilesas, with the aim of destroying them gradually until they were thoroughly defeated and unable ever again to trouble his mind.

"It must be understood, however, that the business of destroying kilesas is an inexpressibly difficult task to accomplish. For though we may be determined to burn the kilesas to ashes, what invariably tends to happen is that the kilesas turn around and burn us, causing us so much hardship that we quickly abandon those same virtuous qualities that we meant to develop. We clearly see this negative impact and want to get rid of the kilesas; but then, we undermine our noble purpose by failing to act decisively against them, fearing that the difficulties of such action will prove too painful.

"Unopposed, the kilesas become lord masters of our hearts, pushing their way in and claiming our hearts as their exclusive domain. Sadly, very few people in this world possess the knowledge and understanding to counteract these defilements. Hence, living beings throughout the three worlds of existence are forever surrendering to their dominance. Only the Lord Buddha discovered the way to com pletely cleanse his heart of them: never again did they defeat him."

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© 2010 Ãcariya Mahã Boowa Ñāṇasampanno

Translated by Bhikkhu Dick Sïlaratano

I have heard that on one occasion the Blessed One was staying near Sāvatthī at Jeta's Grove, Anāthapiṇḍika's monastery. And on that occasion the young wife of a certain wanderer was pregnant and on the verge of delivery. So she said to the wanderer, "Go, brahman, get some oil for my delivery."

When this was said, the wanderer said to her, "But where can I get any oil?"

A second time, she said to him, "Go, brahman, get some oil for my delivery."

A second time, he said to her, "But where can I get any oil?"

A third time, she said to him, "Go, brahman get some oil for my delivery."

Now on that occasion at the storehouse of King Pasenadi Kosala contemplatives & brahmans were being given as much oil or ghee as they needed to drink, but not to take away. So the thought occurred to the wanderer, "At present at the storehouse of King Pasenadi Kosala contemplatives & brahmans are being given as much oil or ghee as they need to drink, but not to take away. Suppose, having gone there, I were to drink as much oil as I need and, on returning home, vomiting it up, were to give it to use at this delivery?"

So, having gone to the storehouse of King Pasenadi Kosala, he drank as much oil as he needed but, on returning home, was unable to bring it up or pass it down. So he rolled back & forth, suffering from fierce pains, sharp & severe. Then early in the morning the Blessed One adjusted his under robe and — carrying his bowl & robes — went into Sāvatthī for alms. He saw the wanderer rolling back & forth, suffering from fierce pains, sharp & severe.

Then, on realizing the significance of that, the Blessed One on that occasion exclaimed:

How blissful it is, for one who has nothing.

Attainers-of-wisdom are people with nothing.

See him suffering, one who has something,

a person bound in mind with people.

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"Gabbhini Sutta: The Pregnant Woman" (Ud 2.6), translated from the Pali by Thanissaro Bhikkhu. Access to Insight (BCBS Edition), 30 August 2012, http://www.accesstoinsight.org/tipitaka/kn/ud/ud.2.06.than.html .

>You’re not practicing to please somebody else. You’re practicing because you have suffering in your heart. The teacher’s there to offer you advice on how to get rid of that suffering. That should be your motivation.

Transcript: https://www.dhammatalks.org/books/Meditations11/Section0024.html

Tonight’s the 34th anniversary of Ajaan Fuang’s passing. He was a person who, like the poet has said, contained multitudes. I had a dream about him once, very early on in my time with him. He was wearing a cowboy hat. Then he went into a room and he came out wearing another hat. He went back into the room and came back out with another hat. I peeked into the room. It was a closet full of all kinds of hats.

The dream seemed to have to do with the fact that he could play many roles. This was at a time when the monastery was preparing for a Kathina, and he was in charge of constructing the booths. They didn’t have tents the way we have here. They would make booths out of bamboo and palm fronds. He was skilled in all kinds of ways. But he was also a person of many personalities. He could be harsh. He could be gentle. There were times when he would explain things in great detail, and other times he wouldn’t explain things at all.

There’s that passage in Ajaan Lee’s autobiography where he talks about being Ajaan Mun’s attendant. His duty was to arrange things in Ajaan Mun’s room after the meal. Ajaan Mun would complain to Ajaan Lee that things were not put in the right places, but he would never tell him where the right places were. Ajaan Lee solved the problem in an ingenious way. Ajaan Mun lived in a hut that had banana leaf walls, so he poked a hole in one of the walls.

After he’d arranged the room, he went out and peeked through the hole. Ajaan Mun went into the room, looked left, looked right, rearranged this, rearranged that. So Ajaan Lee made a mental note of where everything was supposed to be.

The next day, he went in and arranged things as he’d remembered, went back, and peeked through the hole again. Ajaan Mun went into the room. He probably knew Ajaan Lee was looking. He looked left, right. Nothing was out of place, so he sat down and did his chants.

Well, this was the way Ajaan Fuang was with me. I was in charge of arranging things in his hut. He would never tell me where the right places were. If something was in the wrong place, he’d just pick it up and throw it—not at me, but just throw it. I had to notice, when he placed things himself: Where did he place them?

There were other times, though, when he would explain things in great detail.

Part of the Forest tradition is an old Thai tradition in general: that you train people to be observant by not explaining things all the time. Some things are explained, some things you leave up to the student to figure out, on the basic assumption that when the ajaan does something, he has a reason.

I know a lot of Western monks who studied in Thailand and came back. Their conclusion was, “The ajaans did things a certain way simply because they were Thai, because that’s the way Thais do things,” which meant, of course, that as a Westerner, you weren’t bound to do things that way. But I discovered that if I assumed that Ajaan Fuang had reasons for doing things, I could find lots of good reasons. It made me think back on my own actions, and his way of doing things then became lessons.

He was loyal, extremely loyal to Ajaan Lee. He had one ajaan in his life. He did study at one point with Ajaan Mun, but he never felt quite comfortable with Ajaan Mun. He stuck with Ajaan Lee until the end of Ajaan Lee’s life, stayed on, made sure everything was arranged for the funeral, and then went off. He was very independent—loyal, but independent at the same time. As he liked to say, “We’re nobody’s servant. Nobody hired us to be born. Nobody hired us to practice. So don’t let people order us around.”

There’s one time when I came across some of his old papers. I was sorting through his things and throwing out whatever needed to be thrown out. I came across some papers where he’d been practicing signing his name. Several years earlier, he’d been given an ecclesiastical rank, Phra Khru, which is just below that of Chao Khun. When you get a rank like that, you get a new name. So he’d been practicing signing his new name. I asked him, “Than Paw, when are you going to become a Chao Khun?” He said, “That kind of stuff is no good at all. You become a Chao Khun, and rich and famous people come to the monastery to check you out. Then they start ordering you around.” He then told the story of what had happened in Bangkok just a few weeks earlier.

There was a woman who was famous for raising support for the Forest tradition. She was head of a Buddhist organization at one of the large government monopolies in Bangkok. The organization would print books, hold meetings, and raise money for different monasteries. Some of Ajaan Fuang’s students kept hoping that she would find out about us and raise money for our monastery, too. Then someone had finally prevailed upon her to visit Ajaan Fuang in Bangkok.

She told him that she was interested in printing some English Dhamma books, and she’d heard he had some English translations of Ajaan Lee. At that point, we had Keeping the Breath in Mind, Frames of Reference, and The Craft of the Heart. So he gave her a copy of each and said, “You can print whichever one you like.” She took them and then, a week later, she came back, saying, “That’s not what I want. I want his autobiography.” Now, I had already translated the autobiography, but it hadn’t been printed. Ajaan Fuang’s policy was that you lead with the Dhamma, not with biographies or autobiographies. So he told her, “Sorry, I can’t help you.” She never came back. And that was his purpose. He didn’t want people ordering us around in the monastery.

As I said, he was extremely independent, but he also was very loyal, and had a very strong sense of duty. He was very strict about the Vinaya, with very clear standards about what was proper and what was not proper, which made it very easy to live with him. Once you got a sense of what his standards were, you could stick by them. There were times when I would be criticized by some of the lay people for holding to Ajaan Fuang’s standards. They went and complained to him, but I knew I could always depend on him. If I was holding by his standards, he wasn’t going to criticize me, no matter how influential or how large a role the lay people might have played in the monastery.

I came to take that for granted. But after he passed away, and I had to deal with the monk who was appointed as acting abbot, I began to realize how special Ajaan Fuang was, because with that monk, if any wealthy lay person came in with some project for the monastery, he would just go along, go along, go along, no matter how good or bad it was for the monastery to do that.

So it’s good to think about the standards of the ajaans of the past, the real ajaans. In this way, Ajaan Fuang was typical of the really great ajaans in that he had, as I said, a strong sense of duty, strong loyalty to his teacher, but a very strong independent streak. An interesting combination, but a combination that works well as you practice, because you will have to be independent. What he was teaching me, by not telling me where things were supposed to be, was to be independent, to use my own powers of observation.

His policy also was never to praise his students, except in cases where he felt a particular student wouldn’t be making any further progress than that. I began to take it as a sign if I heard him praise somebody, that that was as far as that person was going to go. If he felt there was room for improvement, he’d keep finding ways to criticize you. When I was his attendant, I was always trying to please him, but I never got any indication from him, any direct verbal indication at least, that I was doing okay. His attitude was that as a student you should want to study. You shouldn’t want to have things handed to you. You should take the initiative to figure things out and learn how to take criticism in the spirit in which it was given, which is: Here’s an area where you need improvement. If you improve, you’re going to be better off.

You’re not practicing to please somebody else. You’re practicing because you have suffering in your heart. The teacher’s there to offer you advice on how to get rid of that suffering. That should be your motivation. Someone once came to the monastery and noticed that there was a Western monk there. So he asked Ajaan Fuang, “How is it that Westerners can ordain?” And his response was, “Don’t Westerners have hearts? Can’t they suffer too?”

I think that was what pulled me to Ajaan Fuang to begin with: a strong sense that he cared about my training. He saw that I was suffering and he sympathized. But his sympathy was not the sympathy of soft words. It was the sympathy of, “This is what you need to do, and if you’re motivated, okay, you’ll do it.”

After he died, they created a museum of his effects. I was in charge of arranging things for it, and one of the things we arranged there was his robe. I found one of his robes that he had darned. I wanted to show that he took good care of his things, so I folded it up and placed it in the cabinet, showing the spot where it was darned. A week or two after we placed it in there, someone came running down to the bottom of the hill where I was staying. “There’s something on the robe,” they said. So I went up and looked in the cabinet and it looked like a kind of diamond dust on the robe. My first reaction was it was mold. I said, “How did mold get on it? After all, we ironed the robe properly and everything.” Everybody else, though, was assuming that his sweat had turned into relics.

Word got out. Every now and then we’d have people come and visit the monastery to see the robe. One group in particular stands out. They were from the Education Ministry in Bangkok. They came in a large van. I was staying in the hut at the foot of the hill, and they came up and said, “We understand that Ajaan Fuang’s robe shows his relics. Can we see it?” I said, “Well, it’s up on the top of the hill in his mausoleum.”

So they went up. They came back down again, and asked, “Since he passed away, have any other amazing things happened around Ajaan Fuang?” I replied, “I think it’s pretty amazing there are people who drive all the way from Bangkok to look at a piece of cloth.” They said, “No, no, no. That’s not what we meant. How about when he was alive, anything amazing then?”

I said, “What I thought was amazing was that even though he was Thai and I was a Westerner, during my time with him I never had the feeling that that was a barrier between us. The communication was heart to heart. Even though I had to learn Thai ways of doing things, still I had a strong sense that he didn’t treat me simply as a Westerner. He treated me as a human being. And I tried to reciprocate.” That, I thought, was amazing. It’s very hard to find that kind of communication. “No, no, that’s not what we meant,” they said. So I took pity on them, handed out some amulets, and they went home.

But there was that quality about Ajaan Fuang. He always seemed to stand outside of Thai culture a little bit. As I said, he was very independent. And because he was something of an outsider, and I was something of an outsider, I think that was where we connected.

As always, when we think about the good qualities of people who’ve passed away, the question always is: How can we develop some of their good qualities—such as a strong sense of duty, and that kind of independence that’s willing to figure things out—to make sure they don’t disappear from the world?

After all, this is a practice where we’re not just sitting here accepting, accepting, accepting things as they come. We’ve got to figure things out. The mind is suffering. It’s creating its own suffering, even though it wants happiness. Why? How? What can we do to stop? We’re happy to accept help from those who’ve found a reliable way to the end of suffering. But, as they all point out, the work is up to us.

So you end up having to do what I did, even if it was something as simple as learning where the right places were. You try things out and then you look. See what the reaction is. You try something else. You’re not so afraid to make a mistake that you don’t try. You’ve got to try. The mistake comes. As Ajaan Fuang always said, “Mistakes can always be rectified if you’re willing to look, willing to admit that they’re mistakes, and look inside yourself for what went wrong.”

So you become responsible. You become accountable. That’s how an independent streak becomes not just willfulness and stubbornness, but an asset in doing your duty of trying to comprehend suffering, abandon its cause, develop the path so you can realize the end of suffering. That’s what we’re here for. That should be your motivating force. So whether things get explained or don’t get explained, you try to figure them out. That way, that riddle of the heart—Why does the heart create suffering even though it wants happiness?—has a chance of getting solved.