绿叶在棚顶铺了一层，底下留着阴影。人们坐在地上，蓝衣、红衣、绿衣，肩膀连着肩膀；后排的人越过前面的头，向棚子里看。

二〇一五年二月，仁波切来到不丹东部，惦记的是有机生活。棚子不大，聚来的人不少，话就在这样的地方谈。

地上先有了实在的东西。菜叶、瓜果、根茎，装在盆里，堆在篮里。一个人俯下身，把手伸进一大堆青绿的菜中。

在莫绒村，他说是在庆祝有机蔬菜。蔬菜没有上桌成为一道菜，先在众人面前各占一个位置；后头坐着人，前头摆着这一地颜色。

说到第三个村子，果子和口袋又摆开了。几个扎住口的大袋子立在后面，近处的圆果子盛得满满的。抬眼看过去，东西后头还是人，一排又一排。

把眼光收近，村里的工夫也有细小的。织机前的人背朝这边，面前一排排线竖着。手伸过去，把横着的木条推一推，再收回来。

线有绿的，有白的，排得很密。人坐在那么多细线前，动作却有自己的去处。

仁波切留给这份手艺的评语只有0 waste。零浪费。他看有机生活，也看这一点点用手做出来的事情。

殿堂里的工夫，又大一些。德瓦塘，红色地板上散开几个人，长柄从手里伸出去，推向前面，再拖回来。供像在远处，近处是地板上的水光。

灯饰金灿灿地垂着，地上的人穿深红衣服。地方无论怎样庄严，清洗时仍有这些弯腰、伸手的动作。

还有两个僧人围着一件未完成的泥塑。灰泥鼓起很大的形状，一只手贴在边缘，手指往细处去。形体还没有做好，工夫先得一寸寸顾到。

Creative Deothang monks。仁波切夸他们有创造力。泥灰沾着手，旁边横着竹竿；作品和做作品的人，还在一起忙。

过了许多年，又有一地东西来到面前。二〇二四年九月，仁波切说是本国的乡亲送的礼物。大盆、小碗、瓶子和篮子，排得满满当当，各样东西都肯拿出自己的颜色来。

青绿的挨着深红的，细小的装进碗，大一些的堆在旁边。礼物有分量，也有各不相同的形状，得一处一处看过去。

穿绿衣服的孩子们，袖口露出红色，双手合在胸前。有人望向近处，有人朝旁边看，一张张脸并不摆成同一个样子。

仁波切称送来礼物的人为fellow country people。本国的乡亲。地上的东西很丰盛，这个称呼却很家常。

Green leaves cover the shelter, leaving shade beneath. People sit on the ground in blue, red and green, shoulder beside shoulder. Those in the back look past the heads before them into the shade.

In February 2015 Rinpoche is in eastern Bhutan, concerned with organic life. The shelter is small and the gathering is large. This is a place where the subject can be talked about.

There are tangible things on the ground first: leaves, fruit, roots and stems, set in bowls and piled in baskets. Someone bends down, reaching into a great heap of green vegetables.

In Morong village he calls it a celebration of organic vegetables. Before becoming dishes on a table, the produce has a place before the gathering. People sit behind it; its colours spread over the ground in front.

At what he calls the third village, fruit and bags are laid out again. Large sacks stand tied at the top behind bowls heaped with round fruit. Beyond the produce are people, row after row.

Closer at hand, the work is finer. A weaver sits with their back this way, rows of threads rising in front of them. A hand reaches out, moves the crosswise wooden bar, and returns.

There are green threads and white threads, closely spaced. Before all those fine lines, the hands still have somewhere precise to go.

Rinpoche’s comment on the work is simply 0 waste. His attention to organic life has room for these small things made by hand.

The work inside a hall is larger. At Deothang, people are spread across the red floor, long handles reaching from their hands, pushed forward and drawn back. A sacred image stands at the far end; nearer at hand, water shines on the floor.

Gold-coloured ornaments hang above people in dark red clothes. However stately the place, cleaning it still requires these movements of bending and reaching.

Two monks work around an unfinished clay figure. Grey clay rises in large rounded forms, a hand resting at an edge, fingers attending to a small part. Before the whole is finished, each little place needs work.

Creative Deothang monks. Rinpoche admires their inventiveness. Clay marks their hands, bamboo poles lie beside them. The work and its makers are still occupied with one another.

Years later, another spread of things appears. In September 2024 Rinpoche calls it a gift from fellow country people. Basins, small bowls, bottles and baskets fill the space, each thing bringing its own colour.

Green lies beside deep red; small things fill bowls, larger things are piled nearby. These gifts have weight and different shapes. The eye has to visit one place after another.

Children in green clothes have red showing at their cuffs, their palms joined before their chests. Some look towards the front, some to the side. Their faces do not all arrange themselves in the same expression.

Rinpoche calls those who brought the gifts fellow country people. The things on the ground are abundant; the words for those who brought them are homely.