The Tibetan has many stories to tell, but those stories do not really interest him, he does not like to tell them because he does not want them to get in the way of romantic barrier, between him and the truth that he is still looking for.
His wife told me. Many days, Tibetan has earned good money selling his artisan jewels. When the business closes and goes out, their pockets are full. While walking back home, forget that money and think of other things. For example, think there are better things to do with that money than to take him home.
Then he deviates from his route and walks to the port, where he asks the fishermen how the day went and if they fish many lobsters. They are shown and he asks how much they planned to win with their sale to the restaurants. They tell him and he puts his hand in his pocket and gives them that money. They give him the lobsters and he, one by one, grabs them from the tail and returns them to the sea. While lobsters fly between earth and water, he wishes them a good trip back to life. Thus, each lobster means a flight of freedom and a hope of long life for the lobster and for all the beings that exist on the earth, in heaven and inside the seas.
His wife continued telling. After having released the last of the captured lobsters, the Tibetan takes up the way to his house. But many days, the sale of jewels has been really good and he still has a lot of money in his pockets. That money still does not care, but many yearn for him. And they approach him in the form of a poor, from a loser, a patient, and ask for it. He, again and again, puts his hand in his pocket and takes out the money, which always delivers with his prayer of gratitude for allowing him to help who needs it.
Many days, when he arrives at his house, his wife tells him that there is not much to eat because the money is over. He replies that he should not worry, he reminds him that life is wise and that he always knows what he does. She nods because she knows that her husband always tells the truth.
There is a world of love and subtlety in the eyes and in the hands of this man, who enfarza semi -precious stones in silver laces while asking life to resist the effects of human greed that threatens to destroy it. The sun of each new day finds it by praying for the universal respect for life. Each new dawn flow from its great heart innumerable silk threads that extend over the anonymity of men and come together in infinity.
I met Tibetan in southern India. We talked a few words and we looked at each other in the eye. He did not care to photograph him while reciting the mantras of a long prayer.
The day I left he said goodbye in silence, protecting my way with the whiteness of a cotton handkerchief. He told me that this morning he had prayed for me.
