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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