Impermanence. It takes 4 hours to disintegrate a body. He is
home now.
Nothing can do it justice. Nothing. Majestic, sorrowful – at
the same time peaceful. He is home now.
The smoke did a turn in four directions and then proceeded
to go straight up, engulfing the canopee above in a big flame. While the smoke
was turning directions without any perceivable wind being present, a so called
flower rain fell and a swarm of birds did a perfect Khora around the pillar of
smoke, finally settling on the roof of the retreat building behind the stupa.
Shamarpa – you will be sorely missed, please come back
soon. Come back soon!
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