I’ve been following this story for a few days now, ever since my friend Gregg T. told me about it. Apparently, those darned Tibetan monks were busy in Kansas City’s Union Station making one of their famous sand mandalas. These amazing constructions are composed entirely of colored sand, and take an extraordinary amount of time, energy, and concentration to complete. Almost too horribly for words, the normal progression of events dictates that sand mandalas are destroyed on completion, swept up and then deposited in a moving body of water. As a lesson in impermanence, it’s graceful, beautiful, and elegant. Very adult.
Then, some eight-year old terror decided he knew a few things about impermanence too – and he slipped into the display area and did a bit of a jig, rendering all the work thus completed worthless. The monks are starting over. And typical of those who spend their time searching for upekha (equanimity), their response was beautiful:
“No problem,” Geshe Lobsang Sumdup, leader of the group from the Drepung Gomang Monastery in southern India, said through a translator. “We didn’t get despondent. We have three days more. So we will have to work harder.”