The Value of PilgrimageEssay Preview: The Value of PilgrimageReport this essayLhasa, the capital of Tibet, has long been a major object of pilgrimage. Even today, people from the farthest reaches of Tibet try to pay a visit at least once in their lives. Often they undertake the journey on foot, even barefoot. Some especially hardy pilgrims prostrate themselves, pressing their body full-length upon the ground along the entire length of their route. Once they reach the city, they often do not even stop to have a cup of tea until they have been to the Jokhang, the main cathedral, to pay their respects before the image of the Buddha, the Jowo Rinpoche.
Pilgrimages are a part of nearly every religion. The faithful set out in hopes of finding virtue and gaining merit. Among Buddhists, they visit places where a spiritual master once spent time meditating. His presence makes the place seem somehow blessed or charged, as if there is some kind of electricity around it. Pilgrims come to feel these mysterious vibrations. They try to share in the visions of the master. Along their road, they undertake hardship with no thought of material reward. Their every step, every movement, becomes filled with a sense of spiritual progress. Many intensify the sense of hardship along the way by going barefoot, or reciting prayers or mantras, and so increase the spiritual merit they gain.
We Buddhists believe that merit is accumulated when you take part in something religious, with discipline and faith, because in doing so you shape a proper attitude within. With the right attitude, any journey to a sacred place becomes a pilgrimage. In our tradition, the Buddha advised that in times to come people interested in his teachings should be told about the places associated with the major events of his life. His purpose was not to ensure the aggrandizement of the person of the Buddha, but rather the welfare of his followers. We believe that expressing respect and admiration for the qualities of the Buddha–by making offerings or undertaking a pilgrimage–contributes to our own spiritual progress.
There is a strong nomadic strain in the Tibetans, which lends itself to the rigors of pilgrimage. Our land itself is a source of spiritual inspiration, not only because of the profusion of temples and monasteries, but because we regard even the physical features of the land as sacred. Mount Kailash in western Tibet is especially famous. Buddhists revere it as the sacred location of the meditational deity Chakrasamvara. For Hindus, it is the abode of the deities Shiva and Parvati. Jains and Sikhs have their own special associations with it. Even for those without a specific faith, the mountains physical form and color make it a natural symbol of purity.
For Tibetans, India is also a holy land. It was the birthplace of the founder of Buddhist culture and the source of the wisdom brought to our mountains hundreds of years ago by Indian saints and seers. My first opportunity to pay my respects there came in 1956, when I was invited to attend celebrations of the 2,500th anniversary of the Buddhas birth. I was overjoyed. I was to have a chance to visit Bodhgaya, the place that, like every Buddhist, I associated with the highest achievements of the spiritual path, the Buddhas attainment of perfect enlightenment.
When I finally stood in the presence of the seat of enlightenment, I was profoundly moved. Reflecting on Shakyamuni Buddhas great accomplishment in this place, I also could not fail to remember his overwhelming kindness to all sentient beings. Not only did he achieve perfection himself, but also he revealed that each of us has the potential to do so, too. I believed then, as I do now, that the teachings of the Buddha could lead not only to inner peace in the lives of individuals, but also to peace between nations. At Bodhgaya, as at other Buddhist sites, I was also filled with admiration for the masterpieces of Indian religious art, expressions of creative genius and profound faith. I was reminded that sectarianism and communal conflict have in the past harmed this great heritage. Yet ultimately, Indias underlying spirit of tolerance and religious freedom has always restored peace and calm.
During that first visit to India, I also made a pilgrimage to Rajghat on the banks of the Yamuna River, where Mahatma Gandhi was cremated. It is a calm and beautiful spot and I felt very grateful to be there, the guest of a people who, like mine, had endured foreign domination. I was grateful, too, to be in the country that had adopted Ahimsa, the Mahatmas doctrine of nonviolence. As I stood praying, I experienced simultaneously great sadness at not being able to meet Gandhi in person and great joy at the magnificent example of his life. He was a man who put his belief in altruism and nonviolence above any personal considerations. I was convinced that his devotion to the cause of nonviolence was
The Hindu’s love for Gandhi was one of the first things I told my wife, but I also remember the sense of profound kinship I felt from all those who listened.
I think of Gandhi as a sort of human being whose family had always been open. I saw in him a kind of universal, loving and tolerant understanding of human life. He could help them both understand that everything is possible despite the hardships they can go through. They could be made to understand that we are all like each other.
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Buddhism is like love in a way; however in a way it is also about the nature of the human being. When I think of myself, I really think, if I had been able to love him, what would he have been like?
It is not right to want us to be happy and happy for no reason at all, but when it comes to happiness, we all can be like one another. He has a great imagination and an incredible respect for the human family, so it is really in his nature to seek happiness, not to seek happiness for no reason at all.
And he was certainly an extraordinary person.
When I came home from a meeting of other ministers yesterday, to the delight of everyone involved, I immediately began to feel my heart beat very quickly and I suddenly felt a desire to die. What a relief that my life was becoming increasingly more difficult than when it came to death.
I did think, ‘this is what life ought to be like if we only wanted it that way’; but I never imagined that when the time comes in the middle of that most difficult year, the very life that I had been living for would become impossible. I did think, too, that in the end I would die. I would not have died without the life-giving gift of Mahatma Gandhi, the man who guided me here, who had been so kind to me.
I felt at the end of his life that I would at once be born again, in the life he had given me. I always thought that this would be my last moment, and that would be it. But at the end of that year, Mahatma Gandhi passed away, the very last remaining moment in my life by his side. I loved him just as much as I loved him ever loved me, and I knew his spirit was still active and strong.
One of the last moments that we all share together as a family is the passing anniversary of Mahatma Gandhi when he had passed away.
What do you think of his life during this time?
[To applause of Prime Minister Narendra