The whole world is honored
by the monks’ sand mandala:
every season, every people,
every religion, all forms of weather,
mountains, deserts, rivers, forests…
As I watch them shaking tiny bits of sand
forming impossibly intricate patterns,
I am shaken, startled
by the exquisite beauty staring back at me.
There emerges the most profound experience
of the utter interconnectedness of this world
and everything in it.
I am moved to tears.