Long ago in India
when
Some other monks
heard him exclaim
"My
happiness!" again and again.
Assuming that
Bhaddiya lamented
The style of life
that he had maintained
Before he gave up
everything,
Donned his robes,
and became ordained.
The other monks went
to the Buddha
And told him that
Bhaddiya had sunk
Far below the
standards required
To be a devout,
righteous monk.
"Bring him to
me," their master said,
Knowing full well
the situation.
The puzzled monk
entered the chamber
And bowed to the Buddha in humble prostration.
The Buddha asked,
"Bhaddiya, were you
Repeating 'My
happiness!' a while ago?
If indeed you were,
dear friend,
Is there something
that we should know?"
"Master,"
Bhaddiya replied, "at times
It's hard for me to
contain my bliss.
There's absolutely
nothing about
My former lifestyle
that I miss.
"I was a
statesman with power and wealth.
Servants and guards:
there were so many.
But reasons to be
happy? Well,
I had a hard time
finding any.
"Though I had
guards, I always feared
Someone would try to
kill me and take
All my money and all
my possessions.
There was always so
much at stake.
"But now I live
in utmost freedom.
I have no fears; I
feel…elated.
Never have I felt so
happy--
So completely
liberated!"
The other monks felt
slightly ashamed.
How quickly they had
jumped to conclusions!
How easily they had
let themselves
Be caught off guard
and trapped by illusions!
Bhaddiya had already
learned his lesson.
Our ideas--he would
confess--
Of what can make us
happy can be
Obstacles to our
happiness.
-by Bob B (4-30-18)
*An old tale retold here in verse
*An old tale retold here in verse