A Moment of Revelation
Growing up, I knew about the Dalai Lama. He was always somewhat of a mystery. I pictured a mystical figure, and I knew he was the leader of Tibet. When preparing for this trip, we found out we were meeting the Dalai Lama, and it sounded cool but I didn’t really understand the significance until we got here.
I only realized how important he is after arriving in India and seeing the people’s dedication. I always thought he was powerful because he is the reincarnation of Avalokiteshvara (the bodhisattva of compassion), but what I have learned from being here is that his power comes from belief. I have never seen a leader with more devoted followers in my life. After seeing all of these people I was very excited to meet him and see for myself what’s so special about him.
When we got there, I was excited and also incredibly nervous. We waited in the waiting room for a while before he walked in. When he finally did, everyone stood up and you could feel the reverence and respect that everyone in that room had for him. I was even more excited, but I was questioning what he was going to do that would be so impactful in the mere seconds that each person is allowed to be with him.
I finally made my way to the front of the line and I held out my hands to be blessed. This was one of the most simple gestures possible, but it still came across so powerfully. All he did was reach out and hold my hand and look me in the eyes for about two seconds. In those two seconds (I don’t really know how to explain it), I felt like he truly saw me. He just looked at me so calmly and intently that I felt like he really saw me in a way that I don’t think many people on this earth could ever see me.
This experience was something unlike anything I have ever been through, even though it was so simple. The feeling of his stare, his touch, and his obvious compassion and love is incredibly hard to explain. There is definitely more to my experience that I can not put into words.
Meeting the Dalai Lama showed me the true power that he holds and how all of the devotion that people have for his holiness is fully deserved. I am truly grateful to be given this opportunity to understand a different culture.
An Exciting Morning
I have always had an appreciation for a great view, but after seeing the view from the top of the hotel we were staying at, I knew I would never be happy with any other view. While I could compare Delhi to a larger Los Angeles, and the countryside to Sacramento, the view at Dharmsala was unlike anything else I have seen before or am likely to see after. The closest thing I could compare to it is Grouse Mountain in Canada, but that does not seem even half as impressive. At Grouse Mountain, once you reach the high point, you are finished with the journey. Here in the Himalayas, the mountains seem to never end. When one stops, another begins, and there is an endless wall of snow capped peaks. Still, I was happy to head downhill from our high hotel today, even though the time was very early.
Today we would be meeting the Dalai Lama. I could not wait to see what would happen. This was because I was excited and nervous at the same time, and even now, I have the same reservations. The Dalai Lama is a very famous and revered person.
The walk was quick, and soon enough, we arrived at the Dalai Lama’s compound. The wait began. The wait was long, and at times I felt it would take hours, but I was surprised about one thing. I was still paying attention. I am, by nature, a person who is always thinking, and normally this takes the form of telling stories and remembering facts. This time, however, I was thinking only about the current situation I was in. I thought about who was next to me, who was in front, and how far I was from the Dalai Lama.
But soon, another concern hit me. I had not brought an object for the Dalai Lama to bless. Of course I had the scarf hanging around my neck, but everyone was getting their scarf blessed. I wanted something unique. Then I remembered that I had a friendship bracelet of beads that I got from a girl at the Ashram, and I knew that it was the object I needed. I quickly slipped it off my wrist, and my breathing soon returned to normal.
As I waited in line, two of the monks talked to me, and I was surprised by what they asked me about. One asked where I was from, and another asked about the bruises on my wrists, and I told him it was from a punching bag and not from a fight. He smiled at me and I continued on in line. Finally, the person in front of me moved, and it was my turn to be blessed. I extended my hands out with the bracelet inside of them, and I said “blessing”, so he knew that it wasn’t an offering. Then he closed his hands around mine, and just like that, it was over.
Overall, I’m happy with my blessing. Although I do not feel a major change in my life from the blessing directly, it has finalized my commitment to learning more about Buddhism, how to be a good Buddhist, and how to honor Buddha in my own life.
Encountering Holiness
“When you have nothing, you have nothing to lose.” — Bob Dylan
Easy for us to say. We have so much. Piles of things—more things. When something breaks, we toss it in the trash (perhaps after a few YouTube tutorials on how to fix it) and buy another. Convenience: a lifestyle that revolves around the purchasing of enhancements. That vacuum—while incredibly satisfying when it chooses to work—does not provide lasting contentment. It is temporary. It is fleeting. It is conditional: dependent on having a dirty floor, which is itself conditioned on having more things to dirty it.
Layer upon layer, our Western lifestyles amass these sediments. Layer after layer, they contribute to the mountain of “things,” of “stuff.” But what else is there? Another receipt? Another bill? Another metric to measure up to? To what end?
Our friends—brothers and sisters in humanity—fled through the night. They hid during the day, avoiding treacherous persecution from the “other.” They escaped with only the clothes on their backs, some prostrating for twenty-one days straight, callousing their foreheads and bruising their knees. Tomorrow was never guaranteed. Freedom existed only beyond the Himalayan range, in the haven of India. They carried nothing but an indomitable spirit, exalted by a generational heritage of faith in the interconnectedness of all beings. Faith that when they arrived—tired, cold, hungry, and alone—they would be received with kindness and make a home, albeit on foreign soil.
India welcomed these sisters and brothers from the land of Tibet, granting them refuge, supporting their autonomy, celebrating their vibrancy, honoring their religious ceremoniousness, donning their colors, and sharing in their devotional fervor.
How can a people persist in such joy as refugees? Perhaps the lesson is obvious, waiting to be received. Great teachers remind us that inner peace begins within. Maybe in extreme discomfort and material instability, the virtuous and resilient people of Tibet discovered an invitation to turn inward—to find their true home, their enduring happiness. Perhaps the less we have to pull our attention outward, the more direct the path to our compassionate hearts becomes.
When we sat in the waiting room this morning, awaiting His Holiness the Dalai Lama, everything felt ordained. A chaos so poised, regal, and beautiful embraced us like a warm hug. We waited together in tantalizing anticipation, hoping to be graced by his presence. He entered, ushered in by monks and devoted attendants. Group by group, we formed a winding, snake-like line. Each group was announced by its association and offered a brief but penetrating moment of his attention. His face—playful yet profoundly serene—lifted the fog from the sky.
Thank you, India, for sharing your mountains, your fields, your soil with the people of Tibet. Thank you, Tibetans, for persevering with utmost joy, color, and spirit. Thank you to the nations that cooperate so powerfully and publicly, showing us that peace between peoples can endure—that difference can be embraced, and that it makes us stronger and more compassionate as a species.
May our faith not rest in material things that fade, break, and clutter our sacred attention. May we look instead to these living examples of deep peace—of reliance on the intangible yet profoundly real force that binds us together in love.