Pure Inspiration
Recollections of the great German monk Ven. Ñāṇavimala.
Recollections of the great German monk Ven. Ñāṇavimala.
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Chittapala – 100<br />
mode. When I had opportunity to visit his kuṭi (monastic hut) to<br />
deliver some requisites, I remember the path to the kuṭi had been<br />
swept very methodically, as was the entire enclosure. Everything<br />
about Bhante was meticulous - his robes, his requisites and his<br />
dwelling place. He conveyed an air of minimalism, a result of decades<br />
of mindfulness practice. An example of this was told to me by another<br />
senior western monk: when Bhante was on cārikā he was known never<br />
to have left any belongings behind at the places he stayed.<br />
Where I met Bhante most often was at Vajirārāma in Colombo. This<br />
seemed to be his base in the eighties. At Vajirārāma, he stored a few<br />
requisites and some handwritten dhamma notes. Also at Vajirārāma,<br />
he had a mentor in Ven. Kheminda, a very learned senior Sri Lankan<br />
monk. I regularly saw them engrossed in dhamma conversation on the<br />
wide veranda outside Ven. Kheminda’s room. I’d heard that in earlier<br />
years, when more able bodied, Bhante would travel the length and<br />
breadth of Sri Lanka on his walking tours. Later on, the duration and<br />
distance of his walking tours was increasingly less, and so he more<br />
frequently passed through Colombo.<br />
Constant cārikā can be hard on the body and I wondered if decades of<br />
subsisting on alms food in very poor regions of Sri Lanka had been<br />
one of the conditions for Bhante’s deteriorating health in his later<br />
years. If so, I don’t think it would be an issue for Bhante who<br />
cultivated a mind strong enough to overcome all obstacles.<br />
Bhante advocated aloofness and that was his general persona. Once, I<br />
met him at Vavulagala Arañña, Imaduwa, and when we were washing<br />
our alms bowls after lunch, his parting words were ‘keep aloof’. It took<br />
many years for me to fully appreciate the depth of this instruction. On