A Counterfeit of the True Dharma
On one occasion, the Blessed One was staying near Sāvatthī in Jeta’s Grove, at Anāthapiṇḍika’s monastery. The grove was tranquil, with the soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze and the distant calls of birds echoing through the forest. The serenity of the place was a perfect reflection of the peace that the Blessed One imparted to those who came to seek his wisdom.
One day, as the sun began its slow descent, casting long shadows across the ground, Ven. Mahā Kassapa, one of the foremost disciples known for his austere practices and deep insight, approached the Blessed One. Upon arrival, he bowed deeply, his forehead touching the cool earth in reverence, before sitting to one side, his posture straight, his demeanor composed. The air was thick with a sense of something significant about to be discussed.
As he was sitting there, Kassapa spoke, his voice calm yet tinged with the weight of his thoughts. “What is the cause, Lord, what is the reason, that before, when there were fewer training rules, more monks were established in final gnosis, whereas now, with more training rules, fewer monks are established in final gnosis?”
The Blessed One, who had been gazing out at the peaceful surroundings, turned his attention to Kassapa. His eyes, full of compassion and understanding, seemed to look beyond the present moment, seeing into the very heart of the matter. He nodded slightly, acknowledging the gravity of the question.
“That’s the way it is, Kassapa,” the Blessed One began, his voice resonant yet gentle, like the calm before a storm. “When beings are degenerating and the true Dharma is disappearing, there are more training rules, and yet fewer monks established in final gnosis.”
He paused, allowing the truth of his words to settle in the air between them. The silence was profound, filled with the unspoken understanding of the cycle of rise and decline that touches all things in the world.
“There is no disappearance of the true Dharma,” the Blessed One continued, “as long as a counterfeit of the true Dharma has not arisen in the world. But there is the disappearance of the true Dharma when a counterfeit of the true Dharma has arisen. Just as there is no disappearance of gold as long as a counterfeit of gold has not arisen in the world, but there is the disappearance of gold when a counterfeit of gold has arisen, in the same way, there is no disappearance of the true Dharma as long as a counterfeit of the true Dharma has not arisen in the world, but there is the disappearance of the true Dharma when a counterfeit of the true Dharma has arisen.”
The Blessed One’s words were like ripples on a still pond, each one expanding outward, touching upon deeper truths. Kassapa listened intently, his mind absorbing the wisdom, understanding the implications of what was being said.
“It is not the earth property that makes the true Dharma disappear,” the Blessed One continued, his voice steady, yet firm. “It is not the water property, the fire property, or the wind property that makes the true Dharma disappear. It is worthless people who arise right here, within the Saṅgha, who make the true Dharma disappear. The true Dharma doesn’t disappear the way a ship sinks all at once.”
Kassapa’s brow furrowed slightly as he considered the Blessed One’s words. He had seen the changes within the Saṅgha himself—the increasing number of rules, the growing complexity of monastic life. He had witnessed monks who once strived diligently, now becoming lax in their practices, more concerned with the outward forms than the inner essence of the Dharma. The Blessed One’s explanation resonated deeply within him.
“These five downward-leading qualities tend to the confusion and disappearance of the true Dharma,” the Blessed One said, his voice now carrying a note of caution. “Which five? There is the case where the monks, nuns, male lay followers, and female lay followers live without respect, without deference, for the Teacher. They live without respect, without deference, for the Dharma, for the Saṅgha, for the training, and for concentration. These are the five downward-leading qualities that tend to the confusion and disappearance of the true Dharma.”
The Blessed One paused again, his eyes meeting Kassapa’s. The gravity of the situation was clear, but there was also a glimmer of hope in the Blessed One’s gaze, a reminder that the true Dharma was still present, though threatened.
“But,” the Blessed One continued, his voice now imbued with a quiet strength, “these five qualities tend to the stability, non-confusion, and non-disappearance of the true Dharma. Which five? There is the case where the monks, nuns, male lay followers, and female lay followers live with respect, with deference, for the Teacher. They live with respect, with deference, for the Dharma, for the Saṅgha, for the training, and for concentration. These are the five qualities that tend to the stability, non-confusion, and non-disappearance of the true Dharma.”
As the Blessed One spoke these words, Kassapa felt a renewed sense of resolve. The path was clear, though not without challenges. It was up to each individual within the Saṅgha, and indeed, within the broader community of followers, to uphold these qualities, to protect and preserve the true Dharma for future generations.
The sun had dipped below the horizon by the time the Blessed One finished speaking, the twilight deepening into night. The two monks sat in silence for a while, the weight of the conversation lingering in the cool evening air. Finally, Kassapa bowed once more to the Blessed One, his heart filled with gratitude and determination, before taking his leave.
As he walked back through the quiet grove, the teachings of the Blessed One echoed in his mind. He knew that the preservation of the true Dharma depended not on the number of rules or the external forms, but on the inner qualities of respect, reverence, and dedication to the path. With these thoughts, Kassapa resolved to redouble his efforts in his own practice, to be a beacon of stability in a world where the true Dharma was at risk of fading away.
And so, the night enveloped the grove, the stars beginning to twinkle in the vast sky above, as the Blessed One continued his meditations, ever watchful, ever compassionate, guiding those who sought the light of the Dharma in a world often clouded by illusion.
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