A STORY OF THE BUDDHA, WHO FILLED WITH LIGHT THE WORLD,
THE SOLES OF WHOSE FEET WERE LIKE UNTO THE FACES OF
TWO BLAZING SUNS,
FOR THAT HE TROD
IN THE PERFECT PATHS.
Reprinted from "The New Californian"
in “Theosophical Siftings” - Volume -6- of
IN those days Buddha was residing upon the summit of the mountain
Gridhracuta, overlooking that ancient and vanished city called Rajagriha, then a glorious vision of white streets
and fretted arcades and milky palaces so mightily carven that they seemed like as woofs of Cashmere, delicate
as frost! There was the cry of elephants heard; there the air quivered with amorous music; there the flowers
of a thousand gardens exhaled incense to heaven, and there women sweeter than the flowers moved their braceleted
ankles to the notes of harps and flutes . . . . But, above all, the summit of the mountain glowed with a glory
greater than day; with a vast and rosy light signalling the presence of the Buddha.
Now in that city dwelt a bayadere, most lovely among women, with whom
in grace no other being could compare; and she had become weary of the dance and the jewels and the flowers — weary
of her corselets of crimson and gold silk, and her robes light as air, diaphanous as mist — weary, also,
of the princes who rode to her dwelling upon elephants, bearing her gifts of jewels and perfumes and vessels
strangely wrought in countries distant ten years' journey. And her heart whispered her to seek out Buddha,
that she might obtain knowledge and rest, becoming even as a Bikshuni.
Therefore, bidding farewell to the beautiful city, she began to ascend
the hilly paths to where the great and rosy glory beamed above. Fierce was the heat of the sun, and rough the
dizzy paths; and the thirst and weariness of deserts came upon her so, that, having but half ascended the mountain,
she paused to drink and rest at a spring clear and bright like diamond, that had wrought a wondrous basin for
itself in the heart of the rock.
But as the bayadere bent above the fountain to drink, she beheld in
its silver-bright mirror the black glory of her hair, and the lotus softness of her silky-shadowed eyes, and
the rose-budding of her honey-sweet mouth, and her complexion golden as sunlight, and the polished suppleness
of her waist, and her slender limbs rounder than [Page 19] an elephant's trunk,
and the gold-engirdled grace of her ankles. And a mist of tears gathered before her sight. "Shall I, indeed,
cast away this beauty ?" she murmured. "Shall I mask this
loveliness, that hath allured rajahs and maha-rajahs, beneath the coarse garb of a recluse? Shall I behold my
youth and grace fade away in solitude as dreams of the past ? Wherefore, then, should I have been born so beautiful
? Nay, let those without grace and without youth abandon all to seek the Five Paths!" And she turned her
face again toward the white-glimmering Rajagriha, whence ascended the breath of flowers, and the liquid melody
of flutes, and the wanton laughter of dancing girls . . .
But far above, in the rosiness, omniscient Buddha looked into her heart, and, pitying her weakness, changed himself
by utterance of the word into a girl far comelier and yet more lissome than even Pundari the bayadere. So that
Pundari, descending, suddenly and in much astonishment became aware of the loveliest of companions at her side
and asked: "O thou fairest one ! Whence comest thou ? Who may the kindred be of one so lovely ?"
And the sweet stranger answered, in tones softer than of flutes of
gold: "I also, lovely one, am returning
to the white city Rajagriha; let us journey together, that we may comfort each other by the way".
And Pundari answered: "Yea, O fairest maiden! Thy beauty draws
me to thee as the flower the bee, and thy heart must surely be precious as is thy incomparable face ! "
So they journeyed on; but the lovely stranger became weary at last,
and Pundari, sitting down, made a pillow of her round knees for the dainty head, and kissed her comrade to
sleep, and stroked the silky magnificence of her hair, and fondled the ripe beauty of the golden face slumbering,
and a great love for the stranger swelled ripening in her heart.
Yet while she gazed the face upon her smooth knees changed, even as
a golden fruit withers and wrinkles, so wizened became the curved cheeks; strange hollows darkened and deepened
about the eyes; the silky lashes vanished with their shadows; the splendid hair whitened like the ashes of
altar fires; shrunken and shrivelled grew the lips; toothless yawned the once rosy mouth; and the bones of
the face, made salient, fore-shaped the gibbering outlines of a skull. The perfume of youth was gone, but there
arose odours insufferable of death, and with them came the ghastly creeping things that death fattens, and
the livid colours and blotches that his shadowy fingers leave. And Pundari shrieking, fled to the presence
of Buddha, and related unto him the things which she had seen.
And the world-honoured comforted her and spake: "O, Pundari,
life is but as the fruit, loveliness but as the flower! Of what use is the fairest body that lieth rotting
beside the flowings of the Ganges ? Old age and [Page 20] death none of us may
escape; yet there are worse than these — the new births which are to this life as
the echo to the voice in the cavern, as the great footprints to the steps of the elephant.
" From desire cometh woe; by desire is begotten all evil. The
body itself is a creation of the mind only, of the foolish thirst of the heart for pleasure. As the shadows
of dreams are dissipated with the awakening of the sleeper, even so shall sorrow vanish and evil pass away
from the heart of whosoever shall learn to conquer desire and quench the heart's thirst; even so shall the
body itself vanish for those who tread well in the Five Paths.
"O, Pundari, there is no burning greater than desire, no joy like unto the destructions of the body! Even
as the white stork standing alone beside the dried-up lily-pool, so shall those be whose youth passes from them
in the fierce heat of foolish passions; and when the great change shall come, they will surely be born again
unto foolishness and tears.
"Those only who have found delight in the wilderness where others
behold horror; those who have extinguished all longings; those self made passionless by meditation on life
and death, only such do attain to happiness, and, preventing the second birth, enter into the blessedness of
Nirvana . . . ."
And the bayadere, cutting off her hair, and casting from her all gifts
of trinkets and jewels, abandoned everything to enter the Five Paths. And the Devas, rejoicing, made radiant
the mountains above the white city, and filled the air with a rain of strange flowers. And whosoever would
know more of Buddha, let him read the marvellous book, Fah-Kheu-King, — the Book Dhammapada.