At Union Station in Kansas City a little kid got away from his mom, got under the ropes and stomped all over a sand mandala a group of monks had been working on for a couple of days. I love it! A perfect expression of impermanence... the kid was an unwitting (maybe) agent of balance. I hoped the monks laughed...

...sad story

...sad story

How is it sad?
The whole point of sand mandalas is to demonstrate the beauty in impermanence and non-attachment to the physical.

te jen is right.
It's a beautiful story of the perfect wisdom of the young.

I rather like that impression. Interesting.

...sad story

I suppose it could be sad considering that some folks didn't get a chance to see it - but I read that the monks went ahead and repaired the "damaged" part and then enlarged it.

I saw one done at a local college a few years ago - it took the monks thirty hours working in shifts, and then twenty minutes after they completed it they swept up all the colored sand and poured it into the local river. Cool.

Man that's GREAT...clear demonstration of impermanence.....

How is it sad?
The whole point of sand mandalas is to demonstrate the beauty in impermanence and non-attachment to the physical.

te jen is right.
It's a beautiful story of the perfect wisdom of the young.

I agree, we should all learn from them...