Thursday, November 18, 2010

Value of Miracles

A little but true (as recorded) story...

Once Lord Buddha had to cross a river on his way to some place. As usual he was traveling with Ananda, whom is mentioned as possessing an amazing memory and later helped to document and store every single thing which he witnessed while being with Buddha.

Now, on this particular day, Buddha was waiting peacefully on the river bank for the ferry to arrive. Ananda too was waiting very respectfully and attentively to his teacher as he was used to for many years. For our luck, (to satisfy our need for a story) at this otherwise boring time, a series looking person with a long beard and long hair turned up at the river bank. He had the air of a holy man who possessed many mental skills and the ability to perform few miracles of his own.

The holy man paid little or no attention to the Buddha or Ananda, more interestingly, not much even to the river! for he started performing one of his favorite skills then and there and proceed to promptly walk across on the surface of the water! Soon he reached the opposite bank and walked away. Buddha with his limitless wisdom and compassion, stood calm, happy and peaceful with himself as he always was. Ananda (who was not yet an Arahath), however was little bit taken aback.... To think that the great lord Buddha who is second to none on mental prowess was made to look like a child in front of many people was bit too much for him.

Buddha still silent, calm, unmoved. Ananda has even started to look apologetically at the people around him. (for failing to entertain them as much as the holy man did) Finally the ferry arrived and all got the the other bank. Ananda was relieved that they are finally alone and away from on lookers.

Buddha spoke first, "is something bothers you Ananda ?"
"Yes Sire", came the brisk reply. "Couldn't we have done the same.. I mean err, without waiting for the ferry like the holy man did ?"

Buddha had a pleasant smile, one coming from a limitless compassion and wisdom. Even Ananda was made to feel at ease.

"Ananda, What was the fare you paid to the ferry man ?"
"Oh my lord, just 2c... regular fare."
"Aha Ananda.... so you now know the exact value of that skill" !!

Sunday, June 27, 2010

A Poem

Such emptiness, heartache ....
and no one to stretch out a hand in comfort
when storms overtake us.

year after year,
all our best years escape us.

To love, but why should we ?
for a while it's not worth the strain.

And life,
if you look around with cool headed attention,
is empty
and rather a second rate joke!

-- Mikael Lermentov ---


යන්තම් හය හත වන විටම මැර සලෙල කළුවර
යහනට අඩ ගසයි ලඳ බොලඳ අහසට
එවිටත් ඉරී ගොසින් රිවි කිරණ ඇඳි වත

පෙනේ වලා පැල්ලම් අතර තරු ලප
තුරුලුව ඒ දෙදන ඉන්නා අයුරු දැක
සපත්නිරෝශයෙන් පෙලෙන මහ මුහුදු ලඳ
උමතුව සල සලා තම නිල් පටසලුව
පොලොවත් අතැර ඈතට දුවයි බැන බැන

නිදා සිටින විට කළුවරට නුදුරුව
අහසට මතක් වෙයි කල් ගිය පැරණි පෙම
මැවී පෙනී පොලොවේ පෙම්වත් මුහුන
උපදියි සිහින් සිරි පොද කදුළු සිරි පොද

පොලොව තමයි මහ බඹු මැවු මට උරුම සම්පත
කළුවර හොදයි අර වස පාලු මුහුදට
සිරවී සිටින මුත් කළුවරෙහි ලොම් වල
සඳ දියනිය එවමි පොලොවෙ මෙහෙවරට

උනු කොට වගුරුවා වැසි ලෙසට ප්‍රේමය
අකුණු විදුලි සරයෙන් අහස කියන එබසට
එවසුම් නැතුව රැලි නියවන මුහුදු ලඳ
පවසයි අදත් තමනට මේ පුරුදු දොස

ලුනු රස වුවත් මගෙත් අඩු නැත ප්‍රේමය
පොලොව පවා හොද හැටි දත් දෙයකි එය
මට දී මගෙ පෙම්බර කුමර කළුවර
ගනින් නුඹ නුඹේ මහ ලොකු මුඩු පොලොව

අහස, මුහුද විරසක නොවව් ඔය ලෙස!
ඔහොම තමා හිතුවක්කාර දෛවය
පැතූ අය එසේ නොලැබෙයි කිසිවකුට
නොපැතූ අයම එති සෙනෙහසින් ලුහු බෑඳ...

---- සති අන්ත පුවත් පතකින්. නම නොදන්නා කවියෙක්ගෙන් ---