At thirty-six years old, Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche was a rising star within his generation of Tibetan masters. One night, telling no one, he slipped out of his monastery in India with the intention of spending the next four years on a wandering retreat, throwing off his titles and roles in order to explore the deepest aspects of his being. When he ran out of money, he began his life as an itinerant beggar in earnest. Soon he became deathly ill from...