The quality and strength of Lobsang's inner being was also brought home to me through an event that took place in my home. After one of his weekends working with our translation group, he stayed for a few days as a guest in my house in San Francisco. One morning at the breakfast table we were discussing this and that, I don't remember what. My nine-year-old daughter, Eve, was present. Ordinarily, she tended to be shy, especially when strangers or guests were present. But at one point in the conversation, during a brief pause, she looked up at Lobsang and without any preamble she asked him: "What happens when people die?"
I was startled and a certain warmth rose up in me. It was obvious she had been keeping this question for a long time inside herself, without letting anyone know. My own attempts to make room in our relationship for this kind of question had not gone anywhere, or so it has seemed to me. But now, suddenly, I felt her hidden self and felt that strength of its need. How would Lobsang respond? I set myself to listen to him with as much eagerness as my daughter.
Lobsang turned toward her with his warm, brown face and his lucent black eyes and began talking to her as though she were, like him, simply a normal human being for whom such questioning was as natural and as important as eating, a human being who was, like him and like all of us, someday going to die. I don't remember the content of what he said to her; I do remember thinking that what he said was not extraordinary -- things that any serious adult might say to a serious, inquiring child. But what I do remember as vividly as though it were yesterday was the "resonance" of his voice, the stillness of his body and the warm attention in his face. I remember sensing the vibration of a certain kind of energy passing between Lobsang and my daughter that served more as answer to her question than any words by themselves could have. I saw her eyes deepen as though they were seeing something strong and new -- not outside herself, but inside herself.
Perhaps she did not realize what was happening inside herself. Maybe she still doesn't know. But I saw it. A quality of attention was passing between Lobsang and my daughter that is becoming more and more rare in our common world. And it is this "something" that desperately needs to pass between people. It is the mutual flow of this special quality of attention between human beings that all people, whether they know it or not, are starved for. Not all the praise, touching, words, teaching, smiling, sympathizing, serving good causes -- not any or all of it can do what this quality of shared attention can do. Its lack is more of a threat to our world than anything else -- or, rather, its increasing absence in human relationships is at the root of all else that now threatens to destroy or degrade us beyond recovery -- the internecine hatred and egoism and immorality that is crowding out not only our ancient, traditional ways of life, and the life of nature itself, but which is also crowding out the human memory of what mankind is, and is made for.
--Jacob Needleman, in What is God
Why is it so hard to remember the taste of not knowing as a child? If I'm lucky, a child's question may strike a chord of real communication such as you describe between Lobsang and Eve.
Is it enough to NOT prepare an answer to that innocence?
The faces of small children in supermarket shopping carts strike me with their seeming wonderment about all that surounds them. They do not ask, they simply wonder, and occasionally I tune in to that wonder and am nourished by it.
I have not read this book as yet Professor Needleman; but I must, and I will.
I will like to know the Child's response, as well as his knowledge or and wisdom on the subject of eternal life, the essence of the meaning of life.
Few audio clips from our circle of sharing last Wednesday ...
being human - we forget, being caring we forget, being there in that moment with that person we forget. grateful fo these wonderful reminders. may God bless you all.
Beautiful passage. I am glad that the author does not remember what Lobsang said to the child, because that would have distracted the reader. The following words hit me the most:
"the mutual flow of this special quality of attention between human beings that all people, whether they know it or not, are starved for"
We all have been there at some point or another, at least I have been there. Infinite amount of praises and kind words can't do what true compassion conveyed by warm attention put in by the wholeheartedness of being in that moment shared with the other person(s).
For me, it also ties in with NOT multi-tasking, even in our thoughts.
when we drop the ego, which is after all just an image, a fragmented one at that, what is left is the nameless I. this I is one with the whole universe. It is pure compassion and a loving wisdom.To this I age, titles, gender etc don't mean a thing.
This passage brings up an opening like perhaps the conversation did. The idea of treating the question and the enquirer as perfectly normal, in sync with self and giving profound attention, has so much to learn and practice in everyday life's moments. This has potential perhaps to make deep relations, connect and express or change for good which otherwise may be extremely difficult.
Thanks so much for bring forth a strong message from such a simple incidence.
"We sat together, holding hands. No words were said...that was a perfect moment in my life."
A most wonderful passage. One gets a hint of the quality of conversation that Needleman is speaking about. When that quality happens in an intearction with a friend or a stranger, one feels like one's heart has opened up to the whole world and that everything is blessed. I find that such interactions have become rarer in my own life and I long to create such deep connections more often.
What a passage - thank you for posting. This story reminded me of a piece of being-human that I forget - of how we give attention to each other when we don't have answers. That quality of attention, of holding each other and the things we are scared or unsure of, is an amazing gift. This story reminded me of times and people in my life who have shared that gift - and held me in their attention, when the unknown was overwhelming. How fabulous it is, that as humans we have that ability to support each other and ourselves, in this way. A good thing, too, given how much is still unknown! :) And, how exciting and human it makes us - to be able meet that together.
Hmm, it would be interesting to know what Lopsang actually said to the child. I agree that the communication as described was surely significant between the two, but the actual words to answer her question would be important too.
What happens when people die--would we like to have that discussion? I think it could be very interesting.
Pratibha
I was touched by the quality of listening that Needleman and Lobsang brought forth to Eve's question. Considering that Eve is his daughter, Needleman's ability to be open to her the way, he describes makes me long to be the kind of father he is. Then Lobsang's attention and willingness to be with Eve and engage her with his own response -- not to answer it so that the question goes away, but to answer it in a way that there is more curiosity, certain confidence that one is on the right path and overall sense of appreciation for him to have listened to Eve that way -- all of them are beautifully described.
I am asking myself: When have I listened to like what is described -- like what awakes the sleeping or hidden part of one self? When did I feel like I was listened to in a way that I was totally honored and respected and at the end of that conversation, I really came alive...
This passage reminds me that maybe it is not in the words that we convey, but in the presence that we share, that is most significant.
Beautiful passage. The whole book is really worth reading, by the way. Somehow Needleman captures the essence of a precious quality of exchange. I think what's most amazing is the quality of Lobsang's tone in addressing this 9 year old as a being in her own right and not someone it's necessary to "speak down" to. I'm sure Logsang's response was made with full awareness that he was speaking to a child, but also another being in herself. So the content, the words, no doubt were chosen with this in mind [not too abstract or technical, for instance] while the tone was this other thing which Jacob captures so well, this authentic and real response to a whole being from another whole being. Really wonderful.