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A favorite verse from Shantideva (8thC):

For as long as space endures
And for as long as living beings remain,
Until then may I too abide
To dispel the misery of the world.

Web site of HH Dalai Lama.

On July 6th 2006, HH Tenzin Gyatso celebrated his 71st birthday.  We are grateful to the Dalai Lama, who since 2000 has made available Gyuto Tantric University's Ramoche Monastery in Sidhbari, Himachal Pradesh, India as a temporary residence for HH the 17th Gyalwa Karmapa. 

Relation between DL and Karmapa [April 24/01]

BBC March 31, 1959 archival footage.

Sept. 23/06, Associated Press, International Herald Tribune :

Woodstock, New York:  The Dalai Lama took Woodstock by surprise, offering a speech on world peace to about 2,000 people who gathered in a park on word of mouth alone.

The spiritual leader to Buddhists worldwide [sic] squeezed in the visit to the artists' colony on Friday between scheduled appearances to receive an honorary doctorate in Buffalo and a teaching event in New York City.

"All traditions teach love, compassion, forgiveness, tolerance and discipline, perhaps with a different presentation, but the same inside," the Dalai Lama said.

"God teaches us to love God and other people. Those who cause trouble in the world, their love for God is questionable. Different spiritual masters preach wonderful things and reduce human suffering, not create it."

On the way to hear the Dalai Lama, the peaceful crowd funneled past a white van, not realizing it contained an X-ray machine checking for weapons. The crowd even applauded the bomb-sniffing dogs after they scanned the area around the stage.

The Dalai Lama was scheduled to offer a private teaching session Saturday to 500 Buddhists at a nearby monastery. [<KTD]

But Town Supervisor Jeremy Wilber called the last-minute public appearance a "gift to the people of Woodstock."

The Dalai Lama fled to India following an abortive 1959 uprising in Tibet against Chinese rule. A recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize, he travels widely as a speaker on religion and morality and a representative of Tibetan culture.

 

01 April 2006, London's Daily Telegraph, "Westerners are too self-absorbed" by Alice Thomson:

 

Tsering Wangmo is shaking uncontrollably as tears pour down her cheeks. Still sobbing, she pulls up her top and slowly turns around to show me a fretwork of scars. They criss-cross her body from shoulders to waist.

 

"My crime," she explains when she is calmer, "was to be found by the police with a picture of the Dalai Lama. I was dragged through the streets of Lhasa by my hair, beaten with electric prongs, then thrown into jail for three years."

 

'Whoever shows you greatest kindness, they are your family'

 

Her waterlogged, open-air prison in Tibet was shared with around 1,000 other women. "We were tortured, raped, hung upside down for hours," she says. "Many died." On her release, she discovered that her husband had been forced to marry a Chinese woman, so she took her children and fled barefoot across the Himalayas to find solace with the Dalai Lama.

 

She is one of thousands of Tibetans who have made the trek to Dharmsala, an old British hill station in northern India, to seek safety with their exiled leader.

 

Here, they are joined by hundreds of Westerners who come, clutching their Lonely Planet guides, for a glimpse of their guru. While Tsering turns her prayer-wheel in the refugee centre, a rotund Austrian biscuit heiress called Heidi Gudrun is staying in a deluxe suite at one of the new hotels that has sprung up nearby to cater for well-heeled travellers.

 

Heidi seems just as miserable as Tsering - but for a vastly different reason. "For 15 years, I have tried to lose weight," she says. "I have lost two husbands, I have had my stomach stapled - the Dalai Lama is my last hope."

 

It is the peculiar fate of this Dalai Lama that he serves as a guru for overweight biscuit heiresses as well as a living god to 10 million Tibetan Buddhists.

 

His status as a deity dates back to when he was two. The monks who found him playing in a farmyard in north-eastern Tibet brought him to the capital of Lhasa, where he was pronounced the 14th reincarnation of Buddha after correctly pointing to his predecessor's drinking bowl and false teeth in the Potala Palace.

 

Forty-eight years have now elapsed since he was forced to flee Lhasa for the safety of India.

 

During that period, more than a million Tibetans have been killed by the Chinese because of their refusal to stop worshipping the Lord of Compassion, and more than 5,000 temples have been destroyed. Tibetans who shout his name in the marketplaces risk having their tongues ripped out.

 

In the West, the 70-year-old Dalai Lama can fill Wembley faster than Coldplay. There are films about his life, his image is on yoga mats and he has guest-edited French Vogue. His books on how to achieve happiness have topped the New York Times bestseller list.

 

Teaching the virtues of compassion, kindness and tolerance to both East and West must make for a complicated, exhausting life.

 

At 8am, as I walk past the yak-tea stalls to his bungalow - the Heavenly Abode - people are already queuing in the drizzle to catch a glimpse of his Holiness. The Dalai Lama has been awake since 3.30am, praying and ordaining monks in the temple.

 

My first glimpse of the living god comes as a short, squat man runs through the rain from his garden into his sitting-room, his maroon robes flapping behind him. The broad face, set into permanent laughter-lines, is unmistakable. He is chuckling.

 

The white-painted room contains a man-sized bronze Buddha and a sofa and two armchairs that look as if they might have come from John Lewis's furniture department.

 

After I have offered the Dalai Lama the traditional kurta (a white scarf to bless), he throws himself into one of the chairs and stretches out his feet.

 

"At least monks don't need hair-dryers," he says, chortling. His readiness to break into laughter is his most striking characteristic: his laugh is uncontainable and uncontrollable, ricocheting around the room even when he is discussing atrocities.

 

"What shall we talk about today?" he asks, rubbing his hands together as I tell him about my meetings with Tsering and Heidi. He chooses to discuss the West before Tibet.

 

"It is fascinating," he says, speaking in slightly stilted English. "In the West, you have bigger homes, yet smaller families; you have endless conveniences - yet you never seem to have any time. You can travel anywhere in the world, yet you don't bother to cross the road to meet your neighbours; you have more food than you could possibly eat, yet that makes women like Heidi miserable."

 

The West's big problem, he believes, is that people have become too self-absorbed. "I don't think people have become more selfish, but their lives have become easier and that has spoilt them. They have less resilience, they expect more, they constantly compare themselves to others and they have too much choice - which brings no real freedom."

 

He has lived as a monk since childhood, but the Dalai Lama views marriage as one of the chief ways of finding happiness. "Too many people in the West have given up on marriage. They don't understand that it is about developing a mutual admiration of someone, a deep respect and trust and awareness of another human's needs," he says. "The new easy-come, easy-go relationships give us more freedom - but less contentment."

 

Although he is known for his tolerant, humane views, he is a surprisingly harsh critic of homosexuality. If you are a Buddhist, he says, it is wrong. "Full stop. No way round it.

 

"A gay couple came to see me, seeking my support and blessing. I had to explain our teachings. Another lady introduced another woman as her wife -- astonishing. It is the same with a husband and wife using certain sexual practices. Using the other two holes is wrong."

 

At this point, he looks across at his interpreter -- who seems mainly redundant -- to check that he has been using the right English words to discuss this delicate matter. The interpreter gives a barely perceptible nod.

 

"A Western friend asked me what harm could there be between consenting adults having oral sex, if they enjoyed it," the Dalai Lama continues, warming to his theme. "But the purpose of sex is reproduction, according to Buddhism. The other holes don't create life. I don't mind -- but I can't condone this way of life."

 

He laughs when I change the subject and talk about the West's attempts to become more spiritual through yoga, massage and acupuncture. "These are just physical activities," he says. "To be happier, you must spend less time plotting your life and be more accepting."

 

The Dalai Lama has been criticised for becoming too obsessed with the fripperies of the West: he is too much in awe of celebrities, say his detractors, and too keen to appear in glossy magazines -- he has even been pictured in Hello!, alongside the Duchess of York.

 

"Some say I am a good person, some say I am a charlatan -- I am just a monk," he says, smiling broadly. "I never asked people like Richard Gere to come, but it is foolish to stop them. I have Tibetans, Indians, backpackers, Aids patients, religious people, politicians, actors and princesses. My attitude is to give everyone some of my time. If I can contribute in any way to their happiness, that makes me happy."

 

Many of the Western women who queue up to be blessed, he says, have told him they feel they can talk to him about anything.

 

"I see women who have had abortions because they thought a child would ruin their lives. A baby seemed unbearable - yet now they are older, they are unable to conceive. I feel so sorry for them."

 

They need to discover an inner strength, he tells them. "The West is now quite weak --- it can't cope with adversity and it has little compassion for others. People are like plants -- they can develop ways of countering negative forces. If people took more responsibility for their own problems, they would become more self-confident."

 

He does not believe that you have to be religious in order to have a meaningful life. "But you have to have morals, to strive for basic, good human qualities. I don't want to convert people to Buddhism -- all major religions, when understood properly, have the same potential for good."

 

Yet while he has been sitting in his bungalow in the Himalayas, religion has turned ugly, with fanatics stirring up hatred.  Fundamentalism is terrifying because it is based purely on emotion, rather than intelligence. It prevents followers from thinking as individuals and about the good of the world," he says.

 

An avid listener of the BBC World Service (as well as of many soaps), he was horrified to hear about Britain's "home-grown" suicide bombers. "In any country or society, there will be rich, poor, different races, different religions -- but this is all secondary. Your country should be your common ground.

 

"This new terrorism has been brewing for many years. Much of it is caused by jealousy and frustration at the West because it looks so highly developed and successful on television. Leaders in the East use religion to counter that, to bind these countries together."

 

Terrorists, he warns, must be treated humanely. "Otherwise, the problem will escalate. If there is one Bin Laden killed today, soon there will be 10 Bin Ladens. Awesome. Ten Bin Ladens killed, the hatred is spread; 100 bombed, and 1,000 lose members of their families."

 

So does he think the war in Iraq was wrong?

 

"The method was very violent. Violence is always unpredictable -- it can produce a lot of problems," says the Dalai Lama, whose religion forbids him from killing so much as a mosquito. It is pointless pressing him further: despite his outward simplicity, he has considerable diplomatic skills when it comes to issues that are best not confronted head-on by an exile who relies on the world to protect him from the Chinese.

 

Recently, I tell him, Tony Blair said that God would judge him on his decision to go to war with Iraq. The Dalai Lama snorts and swings his Dr Martens-clad feet in amusement. "Surely, history will judge. Buddha was always against violence, but I don't know about God."

 

Mr Blair's pronouncement seems to fascinate him, and he teases away at the subject: "During the Second World War, Churchill prayed. That's fine. But God should be above politics and political decision-making -- he is like the Queen."

 

This is a typical pronouncement: oblique, mischievous, yet leaving you in no doubt that he does not fully approve of Mr Blair dragging the Almighty into global politics.

 

The Dalai Lama is no innocent when it comes to realpolitik: he regularly chats to Nelson Mandela, debates ethical issues with the Pope, and knows many world leaders personally through his attempts to highlight the Tibetan cause. Although he appears not to approve of the war in Iraq, he nevertheless admires President Bush.

 

"He is very straightforward," says the Dalai Lama -- and it's clear that this is high praise indeed. "On our first visit, I was faced with a large plate of biscuits. President Bush immediately offered me his favourites, and after that, we got on fine. On my next visit, he didn't mind when I was blunt about the war. By my third visit, I was ushering him into the Oval Office. I was astonished by his grasp of Buddhism."

 

On Mr Blair, the Dalai Lama is less forthcoming. When I ask what he thinks of the Prime Minister, he replies: "He smiles a lot." Oddly, this doesn't come out sounding like a compliment, and he refuses to elaborate, ducking expertly into another subject. Now, John Major -- he'd like to meet him, he says. "I saw him on television -- he looks rather gentle."

 

The Dalai Lama believes that the British should look to the Archbishop of Canterbury, whom he admires, for spiritual and moral guidance.

 

But the Church of England, I say, seems tied up in the tortuous question of whether it should accept homosexual priests. And when the Archbishop visited Darfur, he did not exactly dwell on the subject of genocide; nor have Western leaders in general.

 

"Sometimes," says the Dalai Lama, "situations are unbearable -- it is easier for the world to turn a blind eye."

 

But wasn't he angry when the West refused to do anything while Tibetans were being slaughtered by the Chinese? "We need to prevent these genocides happening in the first place. In Africa, it is due to many factors: local leaders are obsessed with guns, and weapons are encouraged by the West. Education should be pushed instead. Hunger and drought also cause problems. These countries have become independent only in the last few decades -- they are still learning. Religious leaders need to show them the way."

 

He is curiously reticent about discussing Tibet, insisting that he doesn't want to focus on his own problems. "Some nomads still have a very low standard of life," he says finally. "There are more cars, better medical facilities and schools -- but you only benefit if you are Chinese."

 

I keep thinking of Tsering and what she has been through. And surely the Dalai Lama must feel guilty that so many are suffering in his name while he flies around the world, meeting the great and the good.

 

"Buddhists are taught that if there is something you can do about a situation, you must do it immediately. But if there is nothing you can do, you can't worry - that is indulgent."

 

Anger, he says, is definitely not the answer. "Anger prevents you making good decisions. I need to remain calm and stable. It happened -- I am sorry. I will be here for her [Tsering], but it is her religion that will give her the strength to continue."

 

Nor does he feel he should have stayed in Tibet to protest with his people. "In Tibet, I would have been a prisoner, a puppet leader. But it doesn't mean I ever forget about Tibet. I never stop thinking about it, and I tell the refugees that if they can, they must return one day or the Chinese will have won."

 

He has written dozens of books on happiness -- but can exiles ever be happy? "I was happiest in my childhood when my mother smiled, or my teacher let me off lessons. But as an adult, life without challenges is meaningless. Now, I feel happy because my flowers are growing in this rain even though I know that, at the same time, my country is facing elimination."

 

I ask if his tours and books have made him rich. "Everyone thinks I am. Even my friends. But the money goes to the Tibetan cause [for refugees, such as Tsering]. I get 25 rupees [about 32p] a day from the Indian government. My senior officials get 75. We don't get fat."

 

Like all Tibetan monks, he eats an early breakfast, then lunch and no supper. "My younger brother, who lives with me, teases me and says I rise so early only to get to the table first because I am so greedy. I eat what I am offered. It's the pig diet -- a little bit of everything: porridge, meat, Tibetan dumplings, vegetables.

 

"That is what your girl Heidi should do. No faddy diets. It is a waste of life to be always thinking about the next meal if you don't have to."

 

The Dalai Lama's way of life is frugal -- but not punishing. He doesn't have to squash into economy seats when he takes off on his global tours, for example. "If I fly abroad, I fly business class -- or my robes engulf everyone," he explains. "But first class is an outrageous luxury."

 

His only other indulgence is watchstraps. "I love them. My glasses, my shoes, my robes are always the same. The watchstrap, I change -- I collect them."

 

But he would hate to own anything else. "It is too exhausting. After a recent earthquake, my bungalow needed rebuilding. I said I could spend 20 lakhs [about £25,800], but soon the bills were going up. Just the foundations cost 30 lakhs. I finally said: 'Enough. I will live in half a house.' It made me understand your Western frustrations."

 

Nor does he mind that he has never married. "When I was young, inside the Potala Palace, it was almost like a prison with my tutor. I used to wish I could be like the food sellers below my window. If I hadn't been chosen, I might have become an engineer. I love mechanics. I might have stayed on the farm and married my neighbour. We would both be old now.

 

"But it wouldn't be an easier life. I would be worrying about dying before her, leaving her alone, about my children. In some ways, being a monk is simpler."

 

Not just a monk but a living god. Does he worry about the hardships that will face his next reincarnation, who will have to stand up to the Chinese while still a child? "If I die today, the lamas are already discussing the 15th Dalai Lama. I hope he returns to Tibet, even if I can't.

 

"But the Tibetans always say: wherever you feel most comfortable, that is your home. Whoever shows you greatest kindness and comfort, they are your family. So I am happy to die in India."

 

 

Sept. 2004: Florida visit Garland of Views teachings
June 8/01: "Buddhism's Guru," by J. Beverley [external link]
May 8/04: [Toronto]Globe and Mail, "There's something happening here"

Forget the Dalai Lama's photo ops and repeated grip 'n' grins with celebrities, writes Ron Graham, because the mission at the heart of his much-hyped visit to Canada was something even greater than the campaign for a free Tibet. To Western eyes, his odd pronouncements and constant giggles seemed strange, but the ritual that unfolded once the media had packed up and left was something to behold -- enlightening, in fact.

It was typical of Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama, to play down the significance of his 19-day stay in Canada, which came to an end on Thursday.

"I just whiz around," the Tibetan spiritual leader said in his halting English. "Half dream, half reality. Old Tibetan expression: 'We come and go and leave no trace, like a crow that has taken off from a rock.' I talk some words, then I leave." And he laughed as though at the emptiness of it all.

His Holiness often seemed incapable of resisting the comedy of life, much to the bewilderment of those who see it as a tragedy. But he wasn't oblivious to the seriousness of his purpose, or to the remarkable amount of public adulation and media attention that he had received in Canada.

His celebrity sparked the news coverage, of course, and the news coverage in turn fanned the flames of his celebrity. But, aside from the presence on our shores of a Tibetan version of the Pope, a Nobel Peace Prize winner and a countercultural superstar all rolled into the body of a charming personality who had known Mao, Nehru and Thomas Merton, the story wasn't at all clear.

In the absence of any sexual or financial scandals, which are the religious reporter's bread and butter these days, the obvious hook was politics. And what a dramatic hook it was: the unjust invasion of Tibet by China in 1950, the savage killing of more than a million Tibetans, the wanton destruction of more than 6,000 religious institutions, the ongoing suppression of the Tibetan language and culture, and the Dalai Lama's own 45-year exile in India.

Almost all the reporting leading up to his arrival in Vancouver on April 17 and his subsequent visit to Ottawa hung upon the question of whether Prime Minister Paul Martin would disregard the fire-breathing threats from the Chinese embassy and become the first Canadian leader to meet officially with the man China has denounced as a "splittist" and "wolf in monk's clothing." Editorialists unanimously called for Mr. Martin to show some backbone, and more than half the members of Parliament signed a petition calling for Canada to broker a solution.

The last-minute compromise was more devious than defiant. To placate the Chinese, the Prime Minister agreed to greet the Dalai Lama in a spiritual "frame," which turned out to be a gathering of local religious leaders at the home of the Roman Catholic archbishop of Ottawa. Then, to placate the Tibetan lobby, he agreed to include human rights in his discussion of things spiritual -- if discussion is the right term to use in describing a private exchange that lasted all of 15 minutes. It was enough, however, to let the Canada Tibet Committee exploit the photo op as a historic breakthrough.

With the political story now played out, the parliamentary media caravan moved back to the sponsorship scandal and the timing of the federal election. But the frenzy in Vancouver and Ottawa had served to generate 205 requests for press accreditation in Toronto and to boost ticket sales for His Holiness's public address April 25 at the SkyDome.

Indeed, the number, diversity and attentive silence of the 29,039 people who lined up outside the stadium for hours in the bone-chilling rain to hear him discuss The Power of Compassion became the next story: He came, he spoke, he conquered.

There was no easy explanation, however, of why such a wide cross-section of generations and cultures had elevated the Dalai Lama to the pantheon of those very few human beings who seem to embody such simple virtues as non-violence, love, self-discipline and secular ethics. And his words, which one 14-year-old described as "life-transforming," tended to come across as naive and trite when pulled out of context and separated from the warmth of his presence. The only option for the reporters, given the lack of hard news, was to fall back on soft copy about his giggling at his own jokes and hugging Justin Trudeau.

"The media have important role for promotion of human values and religious harmony," he said at a news conference in the Royal York Hotel a few days later. "People get impression world more violent, everything much worse, based on media. Can't see whole picture. Media need long nose like elephant to smell front, back, top part, bottom part [another giggle] to know reality."

By that point, however, media interest was understandably exhausted, as was the man himself. He had been up since 3:30 a.m., praying, meditating and teaching for nearly 12 straight hours. Half the chairs in the room were empty, and the event garnered almost no coverage. Despite his reputation as a master politician, the Dalai Lama showed no signs of having grasped the efficacy of the sound bite. His answers tended to be long-winded and rambling, and they weren't helped by his frequent hesitation for the right word in English or sudden lapses into Tibetan.

Short of an assassination attempt or a monk caught drunk with a hooker, therefore, the press leapt off His Holiness's bandwagon, leaving him to carry on doing whatever it was he was doing down at the National Trade Centre with the thousands of Buddhist followers who had come to Toronto from four dozen countries, including 28 from China.

If the general public knew that he was still in town, few seemed to realize that, for the price of admission, the events were open to everyone of any faith, or no faith, and even fewer understood what a fascinating story was unfolding in their midst.

According to Tibetan tradition, after the man who became known as the Buddha attained his enlightenment in the sixth century BC, he taught a variety of meditation techniques to his students, depending on the qualities of their mind, so that they also might realize the knowledge and bliss he had experienced.

Some of the more esoteric teachings, having been passed down through secret initiations over the centuries, were preserved by Sanskrit scholars in India and then taken to Tibet more than 1,000 years ago. For traditional reasons, one of them -- the Kalachakra or Wheel of Time -- was made available to anyone whose heart feels ready to receive it, whether as a method of mental transformation, a powerful blessing, or a wish for world peace.

The Toronto Kalachakra, the first ever held in Canada, was only the 29th that the Dalai Lama has conducted. In recent years, more than a quarter-million people have gathered in India whenever he presides over the 11 days of rituals, which centre on the construction of an extremely intricate, highly symbolic mandala made of coloured sand.

Every line, circle and square of its exquisite geometric design represents some part of the Buddhist cosmology, and the whole is used as both an object of meditation and as a "palace" for the 722 Tibetan deities who are considered manifestations of aspects of consciousness and reality.

Exhibit Hall C at the National Trade Centre, as huge and impersonal as an aircraft hangar, seemed a rather surreal venue for such a spiritual happening. About 7,500 chairs were lined up in six separate sections, from the lowly one-day spectators at the back (who, nevertheless, had had to pay $90 a ticket, $75 for seniors and children) to the VIPs, sponsors, patrons, monks and nuns in the roped-off area up front, though most days the room was only half-filled even though it was such a rare opportunity.

Flanked by two gigantic screens, there loomed a raised stage, lit, miked and decorated with five painted silk banners as the backdrop, a square altar-like platform under a golden canopy, two dozen monks squatting in maroon and saffron robes, a gilded throne emblazoned with flames and demonic-looking figures, and upon its brocade seat His Holiness, Kundun, the Presence.

To put its strangeness into perspective, The Ultimate Guy's Show -- "Big Toys for Big Boys" -- was competing across the road.

The first three days, from 7 in the morning until 4 in the afternoon with only an occasional pause for tea and 90 minutes at lunch, felt like the Ring Cycle without program notes or Surtitles, except that Wagner would have been more melodic and much, much shorter.

Hour after hour passed in meditation and prayer, a rapid, deep-bass, monotonic mumble amplified over the loudspeakers and interspersed with the clanging of cymbals, the clattering of drums, and the ringing of bells. After the ground had been purified and the deities pacified, dancers in flamboyant embroidered robes and tall red crowns conjured up an invisible protective ring by revolving in slow, balletic steps, with precise hand gestures and trance-like chanting, non-stop for an hour and a half.

However much this might have resembled a theatrical production, of course, it wasn't supposed to be just an extension of the many celebrations of Tibetan dance, song, art, medicine, cuisine and fashion that were being put on concurrently at Harbourfront. It was an ancient preparatory ceremony that made no concessions to such modern notions as attention span or mass entertainment.

For long periods, in fact, the Dalai Lama did not lead the prayers from his throne, but from a seat facing the rear of the stage with only the swaying top of his bald spot visible to the passive audience -- not a few of whom seemed as bored and perplexed by what was going on as someone who had just walked in off the street.

After lunch on the fourth, fifth and sixth afternoons, however, while four monks continued work on the sand mandala with an intense concentration and a gentle chiselling noise, the Dalai Lama ascended his throne, put on an orange Callaway Golf sun visor to shade his eyes from the spotlights, and proceeded to deliver a series of three-hour lectures that finally unveiled the philosophical, psychological and spiritual sophistication of Tibetan Buddhism.

To those who had been on the verge of dismissing the incomprehensible practices as so much pagan superstition, the lectures revealed the majesty of Buddhism as an expression of the human imagination and of mankind's quest for knowledge, something as profound as Plato and Einstein, as stirring as Beethoven and Michelangelo.

To those who may have been ready to write off the Dalai Lama as so much New Age hype, they revealed him as a teacher and scholar who excelled in the exposition and analysis of the arcane text inscribed on oblong sheets that lay like musical scores upon his lap. He was animated, confident and forceful, often using his fingers to emphasize a point or breaking into funny anecdotes to illustrate an idea.

Compared with his talk at the SkyDome, where he hadn't even mentioned the word Buddhism, there was nothing simplistic or obvious in what he had to say about Fundamental Stanzas on the Middle Way by Nagarjuna, the great second-century Indian master.

These were dense, intellectual discourses in which His Holiness articulated the fundamentals of his beliefs with a clarity and rationality that made them accessible to all. And no matter how long or obtuse his thoughts were in Tibetan, they were transformed into elegant English by the astonishing virtuosity of his translator, Thupten Jinpa, a handsome and nattily dressed ex-monk now living in Montreal.

"Non-Buddhists can just listen," the Dalai Lama said at the start, "and take what they want for their life," and he urged his own followers to maintain a high degree of skepticism, objectivity and study.

Very simply put, at the core of all three lectures were the Buddha's Four Noble Truths. The truth that existence is suffering, dissatisfaction, impermanence. The truth that suffering is the cause and effect of ignorance, attachment, desire for pleasure and aversion to pain. The truth that there is a way to end suffering. And the truth of how to end it, which is the cultivation of the mind and the heart to penetrate through the impermanence, the ignorance, the attachments, the desires and the aversions, to reach Selflessness, Emptiness, Nirvana, for the benefit of all beings, human or not.

This was the story the media hadn't, perhaps couldn't, cover in focusing on the Dalai Lama as a celebrity. Yet it was the most essential thing about him.

In his role as the revered leader of the Tibetan people, for example, he had inherited the burden of being the poster boy, chief fundraiser and most effective spokesman for their liberation from China's ruthless domination. "He's all we've got," one veteran campaigner admitted.

And a great deal of His Holiness's international popularity, especially among the young, has been his insistence on the individual's moral responsibility to engage in the pressing issues of the world, whether war, poverty, population or environmental destruction.

But when he speaks of liberation as a Buddhist teacher, he is speaking of liberation from the suffering of a deluded, afflicted ego through wisdom and compassion. And when he speaks of responsibility, he means working for the happiness of everybody, rich or poor, good or bad, friend or foe.

That is why, no matter how brutal the oppression of Tibet, he cannot condone any hatred or violence toward the Chinese without violating his religious vows. He goes further by asserting that our greatest enemies are, in fact, our greatest friends. Nor can he wallow in the sorrow and nationalistic yearnings of his compatriots without undermining the virtues he preaches of equanimity and renunciation.

"Once I was ordained," he said at the news conference, "I was cut off from family and society. Tibetan saying: 'Wherever you find happiness, that's your home.'

"Yesterday, driving in car from university, road worker waves. I put down window and shake his hand. Not very clean hand, but I feel very happy. One hundred per cent innocent. Only motive sharing human friendship. So Canada my home for last few days."

It is the realism of his Buddhist training, too, that led him to abandon all demands for Tibet's independence and plead only for a self-governing democratic province within China, even while his more impatient supporters keep up the cry for a free Tibet and others say it's time for armed resistance. And rather than pushing for Tibet's freedom in order to right a historic wrong or establish an ethnic state, his goal is to create a peaceful, tolerant society for the mutual welfare of everyone,
including the Chinese.

He even understands the indisputable irony that the Chinese invasion of Tibet, for all its horrors, set into play the conditions that forced the separation of Tibetan Buddhism from a corrupt, feudal and historically militant state and allowed it to spread for the first time throughout the world.

"I am a simple Buddhist monk," he kept repeating, to little avail. "My personality more spiritual nature." As a consequence, he often sees events in terms of centuries, if not eons, and his activism is not driven by any ordinary thirst for power. He has already passed his political authority to the elected leaders of the government- in-exile, although the presence of his "prime minister" in Toronto garnered much less attention than the presence of Richard Gere, and he happily looks forward to the day when he can hand his temporal power to a democratic government in Tibet.

That day will never come, many observers argue, and even the Dalai Lama has had to admit that Tibet's prospects appear "hopeless" from a certain angle. Economic development, the militarization of the Tibetan plateau and the coming of the new railway threatens to bring 20 million more Chinese immigrants within the next 10 years.

The land is already being destroyed by dams and deforestation; the towns are already booming with brothels and bars; and it may only be a matter of time before Tibet is assimilated as irreversibly as Manchuria and Mongolia.

But that doesn't mean that Tibetan Buddhism and the Dalai Lama have to be written off as lost causes as well. "Tibetan civilization now resides with the 120,000 Tibetans outside Tibet," said Lodi Gyari, who was His Holiness's special envoy on two recent negotiations with the Chinese government, "though we hope to transplant it back some day, bringing the wonderful gift of democracy with us."

For all its woe and dislocation, Tibetan civilization certainly looked a lot more vital this time than it did 14 years ago, when the Dalai Lama last visited Toronto. Public sympathy for the Tibetan cause has grown around the world, His Holiness's books and videos are mega-sellers, and the ninth and 10th days of this Kalachakra saw the numbers double to more than 6,000 a day. About one-third were families from Ontario's small and mostly middle-class Tibetan community who had volunteered
thousands of hours over the past two years, raised $1.8-million to cover the expenses of the event, and recovered almost $2.6-million in total revenues.

By the end, too, His Holiness looked even stronger, given a physical stamina and mental strength that belied his 68 years. There was nothing downtrodden or weary about his quick, muscular gait, and he never appeared to frown or complain about anything except the bright lights ("What about my human right?" he cried) or a lack of sleep. Technical breakdowns struck him as funny, his own liturgical mistakes even funnier, and he radiated a sincere lightheartedness, humility and optimism throughout it all.

There were flashes, however, when he also appeared as vulnerable and alone as a child in a forest of wolves. For all his fame and position, he remained just a penniless monk, after all, loose in a mean age of materialistic greed and military might, with no power base other than the affection of millions of people around the world, still as dependent on the kindness of others as he had been when taken from his peasant farm as a boy and later from his palace as a young man. Gandhi and
Martin Luther King, to whom he is often compared, never had to stand up to the barbarity of Chinese communism, and even they were gunned down.

"As a Buddhist, I take refuge in the Buddha," he said, "but as a Tibetan, I take refuge in international support."

On the final day of Kalachakra 2004, when more than 7,200 people showed up for the closing blessing, they all recited the Prayer for the Long Life of His Holiness the Dalai Lama. "We offer our prayers with intense devotion," they chanted in Tibetan, "that Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the great Land of Snow, may live for a hundred eons. Pour on him your blessings that his aspirations may be fulfilled."

And then there was little more to do but sweep away, as a symbol of impermanence and non-attachment, the sand mandala that had been built so meticulously. The palace that had been home to the deities for the past 11 days was destroyed and they were freed to return whence they had come. The sacred sand was taken to Battery Park, just below Lake Shore Boulevard near Ontario Place, where His Holiness came with a dozen monks to pour it into the water. The wind blew hard and cold that afternoon, and no one lingered once the 15-minute ritual was done.

Back at the trade centre, His Holiness, off to France the next day, bade farewell to the Tibetans, many of whom were in tears. The stall keepers at the Kalachakra Marketplace were packing up their books, beads, paintings and carpets. Friends new and old were making arrangements to meet up when the Dalai Lama makes an appearance in Florida next September. The organizers were already beginning to take apart the stage and put away the precious objects.

And down at the lake, where just an hour before the reporters and photographers had been jockeying for the best position, the last remnants of the sand mandala bobbed on the waves and soon dissolved into nature once again, coming and going, and leaving not a trace.

Torontonian Ron Graham is the author of God's Dominion:  A Study of Religion in Canada, and has practiced Buddhism for 30 years.

 

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