The compassion of the Bodhisattwa
By Dr. Lucio F. Teoxon Jr.
Tales and fables are one of the important vehicles which
convey a people’s way of looking at things. They are unfailing sources of
information concerning their view of life as it is or as it ought to be.
Ancient folklore in India has been regarded as one of the most original
branches of literature containing some of the authentic revelations of India’s
attitude to life and the Indian consciousness. Not the least of these is the
Jatakas, a collection of tales the earliest of which are deemed to date back to
the third century B.C. These are stories ostensibly recounting the previous
existences of the Buddha.
For the modern reader with not even a smattering of Buddhism
or its religious theories, there are certain constraints that may stand in the
way of comprehending the surface action of the narratives. The overcoming of
these constraints, though not the end-all and be-all of reading, is yet
necessary as a precondition for a fuller appreciation of these tales. First,
there are the fantastic elements. Of course, in fiction, these things are taken
for granted. But oftentimes, it is not enough to “suspend disbelief.” One would have to breathe the atmosphere of the story, or really feel its ambience, know its internal laws operative
within its own frame of reference. Then, he must understand that the Jatakas tales are told for a definitely didactic purpose, that is, to put across certain
principles representing the Buddhist religious ideals. Hence, the moral tag at
the end of some of these stories need not cause offense nor leave a bad taste
in the mouth. And what should not be forgotten is the fact that the Jatakas is
first of all a literary work of the imagination lending itself as a handmaiden
of religion. In India, between art and religion, there is not much, if any
divorce. As a matter of fact, literature, philosophy and religion are so
integrated that one cannot speak of one without drawing in the other.
Different tales from the Jatakas are chosen here to give a
representative sampling of the spectrum of motifs that run through the
collection.
There is, for instance, the story of the Bodhisattwa who was
born as Brahmaddata. He was so upright a ruler that no one could find fault
with him. But he was obsessed with the idea of finding someone who would reveal
to him his defects. For this purpose, he travelled far and wide. Then along a
narrow road he came across the king of Kosala, Mallika by name, who was also
wandering about for exactly the same purpose. Their respective drivers asked
each other to make way, citing their Master’s virtues as ground for the other’s
giving way. King Mallika’s driver
recited: “Great King Mallika is rough to the rough,/But to the gentle he
returns gentleness,/And badness bestows on those that are bad….” King
Brahmaddata’s driver exclaimed: “By mildness alone he conquers anger,/By
goodness he repays the bad./By lavish gifts he vanquishes misers,/And falsehood
he overcomes with truth….” King Mallika and his driver were convinced of the
superior nobility of the king of Banares that they made way for the latter.
They went back to their respective kingdoms, spent their lives in deeds of
goodness till they attained to Heaven.
Then, too, there is the story of the Bodhisattwa born as
Sivi, king of Aritthapura. He was of a generous nature so that he even felt the
acts of charity which he did to be not enough. He then conceived of literally
giving a part of himself, of his very own physical body. Indra, the king of the
Gods, on reading his thoughts, decided to put to the test his resolution.
Disguised as a blind beggar, he stretched out his hands to Sivi and asked for
one of his eyes. But Sivi, a good man that he was, was only too willing to part
not just with one but with his two eyes. For this purpose he called for the
service of his surgeon. Afterwards, Sivi retired to a hermitage. Now blind, he
wished for nothing but death. Indra came to see him but said he cannot
grant his death-wish but that by the very fruit of Sivi’s gift shall his eyes
be restored. King Sivi’s eyes grew again in their sockets, the eyes of the
Attainment of Truth. Returning back to his kingdom, he preached: “Let no one
deny anything that is asked of him. In all mortal beings the finest treasure is
self-sacrifice. I sacrificed perishable eyes, and received the Eye of Knowledge
in return. Be generous, my people. Never eat a meal without giving away
something; let others have a share.”
Another story is that of the Bodhisattwa born as the son of
an elephant king. In time he himself became the King of Banares. His name was
Chhaddanta. He was noble and justly ruled his subjects of eight thousand
elephants. He passed his days in the company of his two queens, Cullasubhadda
and Mahasubhadda. Cullasubhadda got jealous of Mahasubhadda, for it seemed to
her that the King gave the latter preferential treatment. She then harbored a
grudge against Chhaddanta. She went on hunger strike causing her death. But she
was reborn as a daughter of the royal family of Maddla. Her name now is
Subhada. The king and queen married her to the King of Banares. Remembering all
the events of her previous life, Queen Subhada thought of revenging herself
against Chhaddanta. She then hired a hunter with instructions to look for a
six-tusked elephant (Chhaddanta) and kill him by depriving him of his tusks.
King Chhaddanta soon afterwards fell into the trap prepared by the hunter who
attacked him with a poisoned shaft. But the King bore his pain and bitterness
and anger. From the hunter he understood that all this was the work of
Cullasubhadda. He accordingly asked the hunter to saw off his tusks and
actually helped him do it. He died shortly afterwards after saying: “Friend
hunter, I give away my tusks not because I have no fondness for them but
because the tusks of Omniscience are a thousand times dearer to me. May this
act of mine lead me to knowledge.” Meanwhile, the queen Subhadda received the
tusks together with the news that the elephant king was dead. The tusks emitted
six glorious rays of different colors. Then, thinking of him who had been her
dear Lord, she was seized with sorrow. Her heart was shattered with grief and
she died.
Evidently, the foregoing stories deal with the deepest
concerns of the Buddhist faith, the Mahayana ideal of love and compassion, of
sacrifice and forgiveness, and of regard for the well-being of others. It is
worth recalling that a Bodhisattwa is one who, after earning his right to
entering Nirvana, postpones his own entry to it in order to help his fellowmen
toward Enlightenment.
Thus, in the tales just related, the reincarnated
Bodhisattwa, whether as King Brahmaddata or King Sivi or as the elephant-king
Chhaddanta, never attains to Enlightenment for his own sake or for his own
self-centered weal. The self-abnegation, or better yet, the self-sacrifice done
by making the gift of eyes or by having one’s tusks sawed off to one’s death
may appear excessive or even absurd to the modern man’s temper. But these facts
of the tales should not be viewed in the light of the Western golden mean.
Rather, they should be taken on their own terms as expressions of selflessness,
the highest form of love and one of the roads that lead to the Buddhist goal of
transcendental wisdom.
In the preceding stories, it can be seen that those who came
into personal contact or have direct dealings with the reincarnated Bodhisattwa
did not get away untransformed in their moral sense or spiritual outlook. King
Malika and his driver learned the superior nobility of returning love for
hatred, good for evil, truth for falsehood, and accordingly renounced their
more retributive ethic of lex taliones.
And it may be said that Queen Subhhada did not die of grief over King
Chhanddanta whose death she herself had designed without the inner realization
of her heinous deed and the corresponding change of heart.
The Bodhisattwa’s overriding commitment to the redemption of
others stems from his deep sense of oneness with all that lives. He knows the law that
everything is related to everything else, and with that knowledge salvation for
him means nothing if there yet remains a single being still immersed in the
ocean of Samsara. One cannot but be reminded here of familiar Dostoevskean
statements like: “All is responsible for all,” or “What good is salvation if
only one is saved?” Indeed, for the Bodhisattwa, the universal salvation of all
beings is the supreme good; and the real task at hand is the attainment of
spiritual perfection by first seeking the salvation of others. As a poet puts
it, “He findeth not who seeks his own;/The soul is lost that’s saved alone.”
Thus, while the Theravadin’s search for Nirvana could easily become a selfish
goal of individual liberation, the Mahayana ideal has a social or universal
dimension. This explains the apparent extravagance of the Bodhisattwa’s
generosity or the seeming nonsensicality of his actions in the tales. And it is
within this Mahayana Buddhist universe of discourse that the stories take on
their true significance.
A corollary of the Mahayana ideal of spiritual communion of
all living beings is the doctrine of abstention from the taking of life. This
is the principle of ahimsa, which the
Bodhisattwa exemplified in the story of the “Sacrificial Goat.” A goat was to be sacrificed by a Brahmin in a
feast for his ancestors. While being dressed for the purpose, the goat recalled
that on that very day he would be liberated. This made him laugh loudly even as
the sad fate in store for him moved the Brahmin to tears. Asked to explain
himself, the goat said, “In one of my past existences, I, too, was a Brahmin.
By killing a goat at a feast for the dead, I had my head cut off four hundred
and ninety-nine times. This is my five-hundredth birth, and it is the last. As
soon as you kill me, I shall be liberated forever. That’s why I laughed. But I
cried, too, because the penalty for killing a goat is the same for you as it
was for me. I pity you because by taking my life you are condemning yourself to
have your head cut off five hundred times. The Brahmin then said he would not
kill him and even guard him all the time. But the goat said, ”Weak is your
protection, and strong is the force of my deeds.” And, indeed, as the goat was
browsing in a bush, a thunderbolt killed him. At this point, while a crowd
gathered around the goat, the Bodhisattwa, born as a tree-divinity, seated himself
in mid-air and proclaimed: “If only men know that existence is pain,/Living
beings would cease from taking life./Beware, beware! Stern is the slayer’s
doom.”
What is explicit, too, in the above story is the all too
often forgotten truth that man is the decreer of his own fate, the maker of his
own happiness or gloom. For the Buddhist, as for the Hindu, this is the law of
karma, the inexorable law of universal equilibrium, of cause and effect, of
action and reaction, not only in the physical sphere but also in the moral,
spiritual or transcendent plane. No one gets away from this since how can one
escape from himself? If one has disturbed the universal balance by the taking
of life, one is bound to restore order by paying for it in the same measure, if not in
this life, then in another. This is the meaning of what in our story the goat
meant by saying, “Strong is the force of my deeds.”
The Bodhisattwa also plays other roles in the less serious
tales dealing with common problems of life. At one time, we find him as an arbitrator,
settling disputes wisely as in the case of the tiger and the lion. The former
averred that it was the dark half of the month that was cold, whereas the
latter maintained that it was the moonlit half of the month. This Bodhisattwa
said, thus: “Be it the moonlit half or be it the dark,/How will it affect the
cold, oh foolish ones?/You must know that the cold is caused by the wind,/And
so I decided that both of you are right.”
We find the Bodhisattwa, too, as an adviser to a king,
warning him against talkativeness. Or we find him as a lion, or a bird. In all
these, the words coming off his mouth never ring false or platitudinous. This
is so because his statements spring from a deep moral ground and spiritual
insight.
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