The Shamarpa Was The Heart Son For us

Tinfoil Ushnisha

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We may not know succession by reincarnation as Tibetans do.

Fair enough.

We do understand it in our own terms though.

From William Shakespeare, the promise of succession as we know it.

“When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,

Thy youth’s proud livery so grazed on now,

Will be a tatter’s weed of all worth held:

Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;

To day, within thine own deep sunken eyes,

Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.

How much more praise deserv’d thy beauty’s use,

If though couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine

Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,’

Proving his beauty by succession thine!

This were to be new made when though art old,

And see thy blood when thou feel’st it cold.”

From William Shakespeare’s Sonnets

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