Patience
6. Patience - Khantivaadia Jaataka
Many, many years ago, during the Kaaya-panidhaana kaala, our Bodhisatta was born
into a priest's family and, giving up the pleasures of day-to-day life, took to
the life of an ascetic. He was well known for His practise of patience, kindness
and compassion and also for His skill in teaching others. His real name was soon
forgotten and He became known as Khantivaadia, the teacher of forbearance. The
Bodhisatta lived in a beautiful grotto in a forest, near a clear pond which was
fragrant with blue and white lotus flowers.
One hot summer day the king, his wives, and attendants decided to visit the
forest in which the Bodhisatta lived. There among the beautiful flowers the king
enjoyed the singing, dancing and frolicking of his beautiful wives. Intoxicated
by the beauty of the place and the fragrance of the flowers, the king lay down
to relax and enjoy the singing and dancing of his wives. Within a short time he
fell asleep, lulled by the soft music and warm sun.
The king's wives, seeing their lord asleep, wandered into the forest in search
of fresh merriment.
Enchanted by the beauty of the forest, they roamed deeper and deeper in search
of exotic flowers. Before long they came to the sweet-scented grotto where the
Bodhisatta sat in meditation. On seeing the calm and serene ascetic they sat
down around Him and asked Him to share His wisdom with them.
Before long the king awoke to find that his wives and female attendants were
missing. Following the trail strewn with flowers and flower petals the
princesses had been picking, the king came apon the calm and gentle ascetic
surrounded by his wives. He became enraged with jealousy. Unleashing his wrath,
he accused the Bodhisatta of misconduct saying, "This man has cast his eyes upon
my wives. He only preaches forbearance and compassion. He is a hypocrite."
Unsheathing his sword, he advanced to kill the Bodhisatta.
The king's wives then pleaded with him, saying the ascetic had done naught but
preach to them the virtues of forbearance and patience. This, however, enraged
the king further. Maddened by the thought that his wives were now defending the
ascetic, he screamed, "Let us see your practise of forbearance." Swinging his
sword, he cut off the outstretched hand of the ascetic. Then, seeing the calm
and gentle expression in the eyes of the ascetic, he slashed again and again,
cutting off his arms, nose, ears, and feet. Blood gushed from the Bodhisatta's
body and formed a pool around Him. And yet not a word of anger passed His lips.
Compassion and pity filled the heart of the Bodhisatta at the folly of the king.
Knowing that He was dying, the Bodhisatta forgave the king with calm and
patience by saying:
"Long live the king whose cruel hand,
my body thus has marred.
Pure souls like mine such deeds as these,
with anger ne'er regard."
The cruel king, however, had to reap the effects of his monstrous deed. A
violent earthquake and fearful rumbling thundered through the air as the ground
broke open and swallowed him. He died in torment engulfed by the fires of his
rage.
Even though the bodily pain under the sword of the cruel king was unbearable,
the Bodhisatta retained His calm and patience and felt no anger or malice
towards the king. And in so doing, after many, many years of practising
patience, He completed the virtue of patience.
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