The Related Suttas Collection 9.14

1. In the Woods

The Thief of Scent

At one time one of the bhikkhus was staying in the land of the Kosalans in a certain forest grove.

Now at that time, after the meal, on their return from almsround, that bhikkhu plunged into a lotus pond and sniffed a pink lotus. The deity haunting that forest had compassion for that bhikkhu, and wanted what’s best for them. So they approached that bhikkhu wanting to stir them up, and addressed them in verse:

“This water flower has not been given. When you sniff it, this is one factor of theft. Good sir, you are a thief of scent!”

“I do not take, nor do I break; I sniff the water flower from afar. So based on what evidence do you call me a thief of scent?

Why don’t you accuse someone who does such vandalizing as digging up the roots, or breaking off the flowers?”

“I have nothing to say to a person who is a crude vandal, soiled like a used nappy. You’re the one who deserves to be spoken to.

To the man who has not a blemish who is always seeking purity, even a hair-tip of evil seems as big as a cloud.”

“Indeed, O spirit, you understand me, and you empathize with me. Please speak to me again, whenever you see something like this.”

“I’m no dependent of yours, nor am I your servant. You yourself should know, bhikkhu, the way that leads to a good place.”

Impelled by that deity, that bhikkhu was struck with a sense of urgency.

The Related Suttas Collection in the Forest are completed.