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Chapter Twenty-Three<br />
Dharma Nectar<br />
It was the Buddha’s custom to rise early and to sit in meditation, and then do walking meditation among the forest trees. One morning while<br />
walking, he saw a handsome, elegantly dressed man in his late twenties, half-hidden in the morning mist. The Buddha sat on a large rock,<br />
and when the man approached quite close to the rock, still unaware of the Buddha, he mumbled, “Disgusting! Repulsive!”<br />
The Buddha spoke up, “There is nothing disgusting. There is nothing repulsive.”<br />
The man stopped in his tracks. The Buddha’s voice was clear and soothing, and the man looked up to see the Buddha sitting there,<br />
relaxed and serene. The young man removed his sandals and bowed deeply before the Buddha. Then he sat on a nearby rock.<br />
The Buddha asked, “What is so disgusting? What is so repulsive?”<br />
The young man introduced himself as Yasa, the son of one of the wealthiest and most reputable merchants in Varanasi. Yasa had always<br />
enjoyed a life of splendor and ease. His parents catered to his every whim, providing him with every kind of pleasure, including a handsome<br />
manor, jewels, money, wine, courtesans, banquets, and parties. But Yasa, a sensitive and thoughtful young man, had begun to feel<br />
suffocated by this life of pleasure and could no longer find any contentment in it.<br />
He was like a person locked in a room without windows; he longed for some fresh air, for a simple, wholesome life. The night before,<br />
Yasa and some friends had gathered to feast, drink, play music, and be entertained by lovely young courtesans. In the middle of the night,<br />
Yasa woke up and looked at his friends and the young women sprawled out asleep. At that moment he knew he could not continue to live<br />
that way. He threw a cloak over his body, slipped on a pair of sandals, and walked out the front gate, not even knowing where he would<br />
go. He had wandered aimlessly all night until by chance he found himself in the Deer Park of Isipatana. And now as the sun rose, he sat<br />
facing the Buddha.<br />
The Buddha counselled him, “Yasa, this life is filled with suffering, but it is also filled with many wonders. To drown in sensual pleasures<br />
is bad for the health of both body and mind. If you live simply and wholesomely, not ruled by desires, it is possible to experience the many<br />
wonders of life. Yasa, look around you. Can you see the trees standing in the morning mists? Are they not beautiful? The moon, the stars,<br />
the rivers, the mountains, the sunlight, the songs of birds, and the sounds of bubbling springs are all manifestations of a universe which can<br />
provide us with endless happiness.<br />
“The happiness we receive from these things nourishes mind and body. Close your eyes, and breathe in and out a few times. Now open<br />
them. What do you see? Trees, mist, sky, rays of sunlight. Your own two eyes are wonders. Because you have been out of touch with<br />
wonders like these, you have come to despise your mind and body. Some people despise their own minds and bodies so much they want<br />
to commit suicide. They see only the suffering in life. But suffering is not the true nature of the universe. Suffering is the result of the way we<br />
live and of our erroneous understanding of life.”<br />
The Buddha’s words touched Yasa like fresh drops of cool dew to soothe his parched heart. Overcome with happiness, he prostrated<br />
before the Buddha and asked to become a disciple.<br />
The Buddha helped him up and said, “A monk lives a simple and humble life. He has no money. He sleeps in a grass hut or beneath the<br />
trees. He eats only what he receives from begging, and he eats only one meal a day. Can you live such a life?”<br />
“Yes, Master, I would be happy to live such a life.”<br />
The Buddha continued, “A monk devotes his mind and body to realize liberation, in order to help himself and all others. He concentrates<br />
his efforts to help relieve suffering. Do you vow to follow such a <strong>path</strong>?”<br />
“Yes, Master, I vow to follow such a <strong>path</strong>.”<br />
“Then I accept you as my disciple. A disciple in my community is known as a bhikkhu, a beggar. Every day you will go to beg your<br />
food in order to nourish yourself, to practice humility, and to be in touch with others in order to show them the Way.”<br />
Just then the Buddha’s five friends and first disciples appeared. Yasa stood up and respectfully greeted each one. The Buddha<br />
introduced them to Yasa and then turned to Kondanna, “Kondanna, Yasa wishes to become a bhikkhu. I have accepted him. Please show<br />
him how to wear a robe, carry a begging bowl, observe his breath, and do sitting and walking meditation.”<br />
Yasa bowed to the Buddha and then followed Kondanna, who led him to his hut, where he shaved Yasa’s hair and gave him instruction<br />
according to the Buddha’s wishes. Kondanna happened to have an extra robe and bowl which had been offered to him but which he had<br />
never used. He gave these to Yasa.