lung-gom-pa

'I could see his calm impassive face and wide-open eyes with their gaze fixed on some invisible far-distant object situated somewhere high up in space. The man did not run. He seemed to lift himself from the ground, proceeding by leaps. It looked as if he had been endowed with the elasticity of a ball, and rebounded each time his feet touched the ground. His steps had the regularity of a pendulum. He wore the usual monastic robe and toga, both rather ragged. His left hand gripped a fold of the toga and was half hidden under the cloth. His right held a phurba. His right arm moved slightly at each step, as if leaning on a stick, as though the phurba, whose pointed extremity was far above the ground, had touched it, and were actually a support.'

Alexandra David-Neel