PureInsight | July 30, 2001
The eyes of a Dafa practitioner, a person who can rationally understand Fa from the standpoint of within the Fa, a person who doesn’t easily shed tears, are often brimming with tears when reading stories telling of Teacher’s magnificent compassion and of fellow practitioners’ cultivation stories in which they uphold Dafa with pure hearts of gold.
When the Pudu music started playing, it was as if from a remote place in the depths of the universe, with Teacher’s majestic compassion unceasingly soaking through the different layers of my body’s cells, and slowly permeating all through my blood vessels. My cells stirred up and down, back and forth as the “musical notes” moved about. I felt the existence of compassionate lives in the music; the “I” separated from my flesh-body and combined with them as one. That kind of serenity and comfort, that kind of solemnity, that kind of sanctity, it was as if I felt the place from which I came. My heart and my body harmoniously blended with the lives within the music, and achieved solemn and profound empathetic resonance. By then tears rushed out from my eyes. Undeniably, I grasped what was magnificent compassion, what was the perpetual universe!
When the evil began persecuting Dafa, there were practitioners who sold all of their property and took their wives and children with them to Beijing to appeal, and when they said, “I won’t go home as long as the Fa is not rectified”, I couldn’t hold back my tears, moved by their golden hearts dedicated to Dafa.
When the practitioners held up the first banner that read “Falun Dafa” in Tiananmen Square, I realized the sound of justice - that Falun Dafa will never fall down in the world - was sent to all of the universe from the place where the evil is most highly concentrated and I was moved by the practitioners’ heroic undertaking of protecting Dafa.
When practitioners stopping eating and drinking to preserve Dafa in the detention centers and, in order not to leave any opportunity to be exploited by the demon, didn’t wash their faces or brush their teeth, so not a single drop of water could enter their mouths, not a single drop of water could wet their lips, I cried for their pure hearts that gave 100% of themselves to Dafa.
When a practitioner used over 20,000 RMB to buy a speed printer to print truth-clarifying materials, although the money was previously saved to buy a house, and he himself had nothing left but four empty walls and had to live a poor life, I cried for his determination to live for Fa.
When the kindhearted people around the world had a good understanding of Dafa, and their righteous strength combined together in condemning the evil, my eyes watered. I thought of practitioners abroad who clarified the truth and exposed the evil to other people with great compassion and great tolerance; I thought of “Clearwisdom Net” which connected Dafa practitioners around the world together; I thought of the frank and honest articles on “PureInsight Net”. I felt the practitioners abroad had cast away concerns for their life and death, and felt their absolute sincerity toward Dafa.
When I saw numerous practitioners - as old as white-haired people and as young as naïve children - to the best of their ability, starting from the little things around them, doing everything they could to preserve Dafa, I cried. I witnessed the unstoppable strength of the Fa rectification. I truly learned what was greatness within ordinariness. It was almost as if I saw the world-shaking changes that were taking place in other dimensions!
When I saw practitioners unable to come forward because of human attachment, and yet still wanting to cultivate Dafa in their hearts, when practitioners deviated from Dafa because of wrong understanding, I cried for my powerlessness. I felt the unforgivable sins committed by the old beings (in the universe)!
And every single time, I transformed the tears into indestructible and overwhelming strength sprung from righteous thoughts toward Dafa; bit by bit into compassion, compassion toward kind-natured living beings; into the motive of defeating and eradicating the demons; into the fountain of improving (myself) and cultivating on a higher level.
And I, after writing this article all at once, am already brimming with tears. A man does not shed his tears easily, just because his true nature is untouched. Marvelous, the law of the universe! Superb, my fellow Dafa practitioners!
(Translated on July 12, 2001 from http://www.zhengjian.org/sci/sci/home/newscontent.asp?ID=10194}
