Poem: Passage of Time

With the passage of time unfolding,
No sanctuary or sound of alarm;
Only the familiar old-school paradigm
Leading a plethora of hearts wayward,
Unrestrained inside its decline…

How can one not see beyond our tomorrows?
Even shadows splinter their voices wide.
Many unseeing eyes,
While tempests rise to every crowd and corner,
Worlds weary under a fade of light.

Despite trials and tears, the Great Law of
‘Zhen, Shan, Ren’* now emerges from the tides of humanity,
Drawing aeons into precious moments.

With the passage unfolding,
New realms to hearts enlivened,
Sanctuaries and days resound of welcomed splendour.

* 'Zhen, Shan, Ren' can be translated as 'Truthfulness, Compassion, Tolerance'