|Monks in Monastery,
|5th March, 1996.|
|...had an audience with the Dalai Lama today. A huge queue of tourists, locals and recently arrived pilgrims and refugees. He didn't have time for much more than a glance as you passed him by, and then onto the next, and the next, and the next. Rounded humble shoulders, short bowing movements; His Gentleness.
Later that evening we went up to Lopsang's, a young Tibetan artist we had been helping with English lessons. Up a precarious flight of stone stairs behind McLeod Ganj to his room. We spent some time chatting with him and his room-mates. Here was the spirit of the Dalai Lama I was looking for; an incredible undercurrent of energy. Free from the trivialities that soften us westerners I felt truly inspired and in awe of these people, envious of the passion they had for their lives and their cause.
Here was life laid out raw before me, I felt somewhat disenfranchised from this reality. Please let me not be so trivial in my life.....
|Copyright Sunda 1997|