And then17

All This,
for You

Obi-Wan Moments

A small flower catches the light in an open book.
A flower is enough.

So Small a Flower

A book lies open, its thick leaves falling to either side. In the middle is a flower: five petals, a small centre. Around it is darkness; the flower and the paper hold the light.

Rinpoche finds even this little thing fit for mighty Muni. Tiny and mighty: he places the two words together, for all the difference in their size.

Being small has not cost the flower a petal. The pages extend broadly on either side; it takes up just this little space between them.

Sometimes his attention to an offering comes down to this scale. In the autumn of 2018, a flower and a page: in his words, the difference between great and small presents no difficulty.

She Makes It Beautiful

A statue holds a hand before her chest, a ring on a golden finger. Jewelled strands lie one above another at her neck; above them is a face with lowered eyes.

Only for her.

For this ring, Rinpoche has a clear favourite. It’s only for her . There seems to be no room for negotiation.

He mentions the jeweller too. But she is the one who makes the jewellery beautiful. Without her, in his telling, the thing is merely a damaged stone.

The remark turns preciousness around. The ring remains on the golden finger, its gleam intact. What Rinpoche values has become quite clear.

For Whom?

There is room for a singer before the altar. Red curtains hang behind her, flowers stand close by. At the centre she stands with her hands before her chest.

Tosca for Ushnisha? Rinpoche poses the question and supplies his own answer: Of course.

Of course.

Of course is a light answer. Something lovely is here; it too can be offered in that direction. Before the singer, the flowers are already gathered close.

And Movement

There is dance too. Two people turn before floral decorations, their arms opening to either side, their garments changing direction with their bodies. Before one movement has settled, the next has begun.

Movement, offered.

Rinpoche calls it Offering with elegance. An offering can have grace of movement too.

The flower takes up a little space between the pages; dance reaches out around itself. His words make room for both: the small has its beauty, and so does what opens wide.