There was a small glass vase between us, three gladioli in a few ounces of water. One of the gladioli had dropped a petal- brushstroke of purple on fine white cloth. Rinpoche drank the last sip of his tea, then set the cup aside, took the petal with his thumb and second finger, placed it on the middle of the saucer in front of him, and turned the cup upside down to cover it.”I feel a lesson coming on,” I said…”The flower is the good inside every person,” he said. “The cup is like a wall, to protect. Many people have that wall.””Armor” I said. He nodded. “Why?””Because to live without the cup means you must feel the world as the world really is.
There was a small glass vase between us, three gladioli in a few ounces of water. One of the gladioli had dropped a petal- brushstroke of purple on fine white cloth. Rinpoche drank the last sip of his tea, then set the cup aside, took the petal with his thumb and second finger, placed it on the middle of the saucer in front of him, and turned the cup upside down to cover it.”I feel a lesson coming on,” I said…”The flower is the good inside every person,” he said. “The cup is like a wall, to protect. Many people have that wall.””Armor” I said. He nodded. “Why?””Because to live without the cup means you must feel the world as the world really is.
