Buddhannehela,
situated around 10 kilometres from Padaviya on the Kebithigollewa Road,
also referred to as Buddhanehela and Buddhanhela, is now known as
Buddhangala. It is an ancient rock temple complex that offers splendid
views of the surrounding terrain, mostly jungle. A less frequented of
the living heritage sites in the area, Buddhangala is a place where
history is decorated with silence. Made for reflection, if one is so
inclined.
I visited Buddhangala a few years ago with my
favourite travel-companions, Tharindu Amunugama and Nilakshi
Vidanagamage. Tharindu, remembering a photograph by the inimitable
Nihal Fernando, wanted a ‘re-take,’ only this time a girl instead of a haamuduruwo
in the foreground of a rock on top of which there was a belfry. A
figure, a rock and a belfry against the sky. A call for photographic
composition. And so he composed. And I wrote, calling my piece ‘A haamuduruwo, a girl and an invitation to reflect.’
That
was not the only photograph taken that day. Nilakshi happily posed for
other compositions. A repost of a particular capture made me think of
compositions, perhaps because Tharindu captioned it ‘Constructions…’ It
offered a side view of a seated Buddha statue, ‘encased’ in pillars. The
girl standing before the statue, hands clasped in worship. I am not
sure if he was art-directing or photographed what must have struck him
as a particularly striking image that could generate a lot of
reflection.
Either way, the caption was
apt. The word immediately made me think of ‘saṅkhāra,’ one of the four
mental aggregates (the others being vēdanā, saññā and viññāṇa), because I
believed it referred to mental formations inspired by saññā or
perception. Apparently, saṅkhāra is associated with connections with
emotions of which there are three types, puññābhisaṅkhāra, apuññābhisaṅkhāra
and āneñjābhisaṅkhāra, meaning moral thoughts/deeds, immoral
thoughts/deeds and the cultivation of arūpāvacara jhāna respectively,
the last forming in the minds of those who cultivate arupāvacara jhāna,
the highest four jhāna.
The term or concept
that I was thinking of is actually viññāṇa represents one’s overall
sensory experience including vēdanā, saññā, saṅkhāra. Delving into
elaborations took me to the fascinating world of the Dhamma and urged
reflection and demanded deeper study. This is not the moment or the
place.
I’ll go with the simple and perhaps
simplistic definitions of saṅkhāra and viññāṇa. The emotions awakened by
the image described above were benign and therefore of the
puññābhisaṅkhāra kind. The sensory experience connects obviously with
the rupa or image and speaks of hopes and desires. On the face of it,
mundane. Being
prthagjana, mine wandered to juxtapositions that
spoke of anicca (impermanence), dukkha (sorrow) and anatta (absence of
permanent essence).
The haamuduruwo in Nihal Fernando’s
photograph was not at Buddhangala. Nihal Fernando is no more. The
photograph remains, is pleasing and yet is therefore lacking in
‘permanent essence.’ Nilakshi is in Canada. Tharindu is in Ratmalana.
His photograph appeared in social media and is now overtaken by
countless images with equally interesting captions.
The
construction around the statue may have been completed. The Buddha
remains in the Buddha Vacana, the doctrine, but is ‘obtained’ only
through deep and consistent deliberation which, apparently, reveals the
nature of things, their constructional qualities and inspires,
hopefully, the cultivation of arupāvacara jhāna.
Kamatahan:
a point for reflection or meditation which could take the form of a
word, an image or an act. Loosely translated. There was one that I
didn’t notice when I visited Buddhangala and one that was an invitation
in the form of a repost of a capture from that visit.
And so, I have an
image before me. Some pillars in incomplete construction, a statue and a
girl upon a rock. On one side a rock pool whose surface offers a
trembling reflection, and, beyond, the jungles below and a sky-screen
accentuating lines, assisting composition. I am in Kohuwala. I am in
Buddhangala. Still. And still it’s a long journey to the kind of
stillness prescribed, reflections on which was inspired by a capture of a
different kind of stillness and reflection.
['The Morning Inspection' is the title of a
column I wrote for the Daily News from 2009 to 2011, one article a day,
Monday through Saturday. This is a new series. Links to previous articles in this new series are given below]
Other articles in this series:
An Irish and Sri Lankan Hello
Teams, team-thinking, team-spirit and leadership
The songs we could sing in lifeboats when we are shipwrecked
Pure-Rathna, a class act
Jekhan Aruliah set a ball rolling in Jaffna
Awaiting arrivals unlike any other
Teachers and students sometimes reverse roles
Matters of honor and dignity
Yet another Mother's Day
A cockroach named 'Don't'
Colombo, Colombo, Colombo and so forth
The slowest road to Kumarigama, Ampara
Sweeping the clutter away
Some play music, others listen
Completing unfinished texts
Mind and hearts, loquacious and taciturn
I am at Jaga Food, where are you?
On separating the missing from the disappeared
Moments without tenses
And intangible republics will save the day (as they always have)
The world is made of waves
'Sentinelity'
The circuitous logic of Tony Muller
Rohana Kalyanaratne, an unforgettable 'Loku Aiya'
Mowgli, the Greatest Archaeologist
Figures and disfigurement, rocks and roses
Sujith Rathnayake and incarcerations imposed and embraced
Some stories are written on the covers themselves
A poetic enclave in the Republic of Literature
Landcapes of gone-time and going-time
The best insurance against the loud and repeated lie
So what if the best flutes will not go to the best flautists?
There's dust and words awaiting us at crossroads and crosswords
The books of disquiet
A song of terraced paddy fields
Of ants, bridges and possibilities
From A through Aardvark to Zyzzyva
World's End
Words, their potency, appropriation and abuse
Street corner stories
Who did not listen, who's not listening still?
The book of layering
If you remember Kobe, visit GOAT Mountain
The world is made for re-colouring
The gift and yoke of bastardy
The 'English Smile'
No 27, Dickman's Road, Colombo 5
Visual cartographers and cartography
Ithaca from a long ago and right now
Lessons written in invisible ink
The amazing quality of 'equal-kindness'
A tea-maker story seldom told
On academic activism
The interchangeability of light and darkness
Back to TRADITIONAL rice
Sisterhood: moments, just moments
Chess is my life and perhaps your too
Reflections on ownership and belonging
The integrity of Nadeesha Rajapaksha
Signatures in the seasons of love
To Maceo Martinet as he flies over rainbows
Sirith, like pirith, persist
Fragrances that will not be bottled
Colours and textures of living heritage
Countries of the past, present and future
A degree in creative excuses
Books launched and not-yet-launched
The sunrise as viewed from sacred mountains
The ways of the lotus
Isaiah 58: 12-16 and the true meaning of grace
The age of Frederick Algernon Trotteville
Live and tell the tale as you will
Between struggle and cooperation
Of love and other intangibles
Neruda, Sekara and literary dimensions
The universe of smallness
Paul Christopher's heart of many chambers
Calmness gracefully cascades in the Dumbara Hills
Serendipitous amber rules the world
Continents of the heart
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