Memory of Lhasa
In December of 1990, I went to Lhasa with a friend. December was right after the harvest season in Tibet; therefore, many Tibetan went on a pilgrimage to Lhasa from all directions. At that time, all large temples in Lhasa were filled with pilgrims. They came from North Tibet, South Tibet. Some of them came from Gansu, Sichuan, Yunnan, etc. Amidst the frigid temperature, wearing different styles of sheepskin Tibetan robes and wool scarves, the pilgrimage s circled the Potala Palace, the Jokhong Temple, and the Barkhor Street, spinning prayer wheels or performing Tibetan kowtows, praying for good luck, auspice, and peace.
In Tibet, I realized that the people there could endure extremely harsh environment. They were serene and content. Maybe this is because of their religion, I thought. They firmly believe in reincarnation and transmigration. In order to ascend to Heaven, they treat everything with kindness, measuring the passage to Heaven with their flesh.
I like the sincerity of this religious devotion and respect this solemn and sacred belief. Many years have passed, these pious Tibetan are still in my memory and become more distinct. I can even visualize their facial expressions and ornaments on their robes. I often recall those days in Lhasa - the white walls, the golden roof, the dark and deep window holes, the adorned red gate, and the people who are spinning the prayer wheels.