Dhamma doodles 😁

Who is in my little hut?

Thag 1.56
“Who is in this little hut?”
“A monk is in this little hut,
Free of lust, his mind serene in samādhi.
My friend, you should know this:
Your little hut wasn’t built in vain.”


Mahapajapati :dharmawheel:

… and the whole sangha assembled! :grin:


This doodle (Dhamma doodles 😁) made me think of creating balloon doodle characters, another (and more impermanent) way to go 3D. But then I scrolled back and saw the “over-inflated ego” balloon so my enthusiasm for the idea became somewhat “deflated”.

Anyway, I am very much enjoying the doodle-illustrated Dhamma verses. Thank you!


The three crooked things - Early Buddhist gender studies :wink:

Thag 1.43.
Well freed! Well freed!
I’m very well freed from three crooked things:
My sickles, my ploughs, my little hoes.
Even if they were here, right here—
I’d be done with them, done!
Practice jhāna Sumaṅgala, practice jhāna Sumaṅgala!
Stay heedful, Sumaṅgala!

Thig 1.11
I am well-released, properly released by my release from the three crooked things,
from the mortar, the pestle, and my crooked husband.
I am released from birth and death;
everything which leads to renewed existence has been rooted out.


(I love Bhadda Kundalakesa… She is one of the coolest nuns in the Pali canon. :heart_eyes: )

Ehi, Bhadda!

Thig 5.9
With hair cut off, wearing dust,
formerly I wandered, having only one robe,
thinking there was a fault where there was no fault,
and seeing no fault where there was a fault.

Going out from my daytime resting-place
on Mt. Gijjhakuta, I saw
the stainless Buddha,
attended by the Order of bhikkhus.

Having bent the knee, having paid homage to him,
I stood with cupped hands face to face with him.
“Come, Bhadda,” he said to me;
that was my ordination.


I have wandered over Anga, and Magadha,
Vajji, Kasi, and Kosala.
For fifty years without debt,
I have enjoyed the alms of the kingdoms.

Truly he produced much merit;
truly wise was that lay-follower
who gave a robe to Bhadda
who is now freed from all bonds.


Feeding on Joy! :sparkling_heart:

Dhp 200
Happy indeed we live,
we who possess nothing.
Feeders on joy we shall be,
like the Radiant Gods.


I really love this one, pure & simple & lots of space!



Thag 2.10

First one kills oneself,
Then one kills others.
One kills oneself, really dead,
Like one who kills birds using a dead bird as a decoy.

A holy man’s color is not on the outside;
A holy man is colored on the inside.
Whoever does bad deeds
Such a one is truly dark, Sujampati.

Warning: Not a call to actually commit suicide. :vader: See Bhante Sujato’s talk on this verse.


thank you for your permission Yoda.
when i come to use them, I’ll let you know how it goes.

If I put together any story or presentation with them I’ll share them back here.


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You really make me laugh!!!

Great interpretation of this verse!!! :rofl: :joy:

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By the way, further enlightening the ignorant: Is this blue guy with the antennas another star wars character (probably not with shaven head… )? :thinking:

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:grin: It’s a Star Trek character.

It’s funny how among the four chief disciples, Khema and Sariputta are both so analytical, while Uppalavanna and Moggallana are said to have had blue skin. Did the EBTs know about Star Trek? Surely this can’t be a coincidence? :vulcan_salute: :wink:


This could be the shrine of Tilorien monastery! :grin: :heart:


Cutting off the root of the five aggregates

Thag 1.120
The five aggregates are fully understood,
They remain, but their root is severed.
I have realized the end of suffering,
And attained the end of defilements.


One of my favorites! Thank you :heart:


Very cool. The nun/monk is obviously pretty skilled with a lightsaber! :wink: All you need now is a spooky “dark side” cave! :darth_vader:


There was an weapon in ancient India which was circular (chakram). The dhammacakra at the nun’s side could have been thrown at the defilements.


with metta


Yodha, your style reminded me of Ajahn Kalyano’s style from his 2 books.



Thanks for sharing this, I hadn’t seen these books before! :heart:

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The cold winter nights

Thag 2.44

“Your skin is nasty but your heart is good,
Mogharāja, you always have samādhi.
But in the nights of winter, so dark and cold,
How will you get by, monk?”

“I’ve heard that all the Magadhans
Have an abundance of grain.
I’ll make my bed under a thatched roof,
Just like those who live in comfort.”