The cry of the peacock
Thag 1.22
Crested peacocks with beautiful blue necks
Cry out in Karaṃvī.
Aroused by a cool breeze,
They awaken the sleeper to practice jhāna.
The cry of the peacock
Thag 1.22
Crested peacocks with beautiful blue necks
Cry out in Karaṃvī.
Aroused by a cool breeze,
They awaken the sleeper to practice jhāna.
@Sabbamitta, I have a challenge for you!
While doing peacock research, I found this picture:
Oh yes, these things are so beautiful, aren’t they! This peacock is indeed a challenge… let’s see what I can do.
My quilling skills have taken me as far as this by now:
Or in case it happens to be somebody’s birthday today:
Love your peacock (and fish ) doodle!
At least you’ll pass the paper-craft portion of your samaneri exam I’ve chosen to specialise in popup cards.
Sure! I am happy if you like it. Happy birthday to your wife!
Can you show an example?
They’ve all been birthday cards, so I’ve given them away.
Ooooohh…
Hi Linda and Sabbamitta,
here’s your doodle:
Five ways of dealing with hatred
Ven. Sariputta said: “There are these five ways of subduing hatred by which, when hatred arises in a monk, he should wipe it out completely. Which five?
“There is the case where some people are impure in their bodily behavior but pure in their verbal behavior. Hatred for a person of this sort should be subdued.
“There is the case where some people are impure in their verbal behavior but pure in their bodily behavior. Hatred for a person of this sort should also be subdued.
“There is the case where some people are impure in their bodily behavior & verbal behavior, but who periodically experience mental clarity & calm. Hatred for a person of this sort should also be subdued.
“There is the case where some people are impure in their bodily behavior & verbal behavior, and who do not periodically experience mental clarity & calm. Hatred for a person of this sort should also be subdued.
“There is the case where some people are pure in their bodily behavior & their verbal behavior, and who periodically experience mental clarity & calm. Hatred for a person of this sort should also be subdued.
Penetrating the Subtle Truth
Thag 1.26.
Having heard the wonderful words
Of the Buddha, the Kinsman of the Sun,
I penetrated the subtle truth,
Like a hair-tip with an arrow.
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.”
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
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. )
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!
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!
Suicide
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. See Bhante Sujato’s talk on this verse.