I went once to the Chinese Temple of Sarnath, and stood by an old open door to observe its suggestion of simple living: a Monk called me in. There was a place to sleep and a shrine, and the Oracle seemed to own no other wealth than his rosary and some cheer.
At the time, I did not know he was an Oracle. Some say that when the Dalai Lama, Gyalwang Rinpoche, visits Sarnath, he visits him too. Although the actions of great Lamas are not to be measured, I like to think that what is there to visit is no more — or less – than simplicity embodied.
Daisy, Rajan’s small daughter, is especially fond of seeing the ‘Chinese Lama’. This is only a short expression for ‘The Lama of the Chinese Temple’, since I frankly do not know his nationality, as no one seems sure. He does speak Chinese, Tibetan and Hindi.
Many visit him for a prediction, but that is neither Daisy’s nor my concern.
