PureInsight | December 10, 2006
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Amidst a tribulation, lost and torn
For weeks, my xinxing hesitates to climb
My heart feels blocked but prays a silent rhyme:
Dear zhu yuanshen - awaken and conform
To what the Fa requires, not the norm.
Each move I make will echo far in time
In this great epoch, comfort is a crime -
Still, knowing this, my heart remains forlorn.
With righteous thoughts, a cloudy conscience clears:
A dizi finds attachments make her strange,
And in that moment, casts aside her fears
And with determination vows to change -
To sit in meditation and endure
To study Fa, return to what is pure
For weeks, my xinxing hesitates to climb
My heart feels blocked but prays a silent rhyme:
Dear zhu yuanshen - awaken and conform
To what the Fa requires, not the norm.
Each move I make will echo far in time
In this great epoch, comfort is a crime -
Still, knowing this, my heart remains forlorn.
With righteous thoughts, a cloudy conscience clears:
A dizi finds attachments make her strange,
And in that moment, casts aside her fears
And with determination vows to change -
To sit in meditation and endure
To study Fa, return to what is pure
