The hidden details he must see in those things we take for granted. The beauty that lies within. I watch the way he looks at things, how he holds everything. Like it’s the most precious and beloved item he has ever seen or touched. The way he examines them carefully. He looks really deeply at them, looking inside them, trying to see how they work, what they are made of, or how they might feel. Be it a book, a flower or something of seemingly no importance whatsoever, he looks at them all in that same way. There is no filter, no hierarchy or motive. Nothing could be more important, more interesting, or more beautiful than that which is here and now, directly in front of him. You can see that whatever he does, whatever he sees, whomever he meets; he puts all he has into that moment. Can you imagine the beauty of everything when looked at in this way? I wish to see the world in this way. I wish to see the real beauty inside of the seemingly mundane and insignificant. To see all things for the wonders that they really are. That is the quality of a great Bodhisattva, and only a Buddha sees the world in this way. To see the world through the eyes of a Buddha. The real beauty of this world is in the details that we may not see, unless we know how to look.
The Kagyu Monlam
