Cultivation, a call to the heart... Curtailed perhaps of comfort, yet there is not one treasureless moment while ascending.
To hasten our voyage, relinquishing all that would render our heart and mind anchored, and bound to the 'everyday.'
Bodhisattva, distant from sounds ever strident... Beyond all that diminishes blossoming of lotus and lustre.
By night, pondering the unfoldment of the cosmos... At dawn, then to forge my path, awakening further upon Zhen-Shan-Ren(1).
Parting with attachments seizing the ways of Dafa. Heart now deeper, more diamond- like, days of brimming and overcoming...
Towards skies more than any light of sun, cloudless and havened blue. Fa-rectification, more than mere illumination.
Where every pure heart finds form, every gesture of speaks Zhen-Shan-Ren volumes upon the journey through cultivation.
Buddha, bearer of luminosity, the boundless made flesh and finite... One brief sojourn into this realm of shadows.
Here, yet another threshold to pass... One pledge to Dafa and Teacher, ourselves and myriads of sentient beings.
Consummation, our own compendium of lives now drawn to a most majestic and sublime conclusion. |