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Poster: Truthfulness-Compassion-Tolerance together with a Law Wheel
2003-12-26 -
Poem: Living
2003-12-26Awake child,As graceful eyes cast first glance at the new day.Heaven and Earth are not separated,In the beginning moments of consciousness. -
Painting: Buddha's Infinite Grace
2003-12-25 -
Poem: Solidity
2003-12-25Steady pace against howling winds,Heavy load completely forgotten.Diligent heart in the midst of trials,Wide horizons glimpsed through the haze. -
Photos: Lotus Flowers in a Pond Near a European Falun Dafa Practitioner's Home
2003-12-24 -
Poem: The Calm Air
2003-12-24A drop of water caught swinging on a vine,A thread that ties a line with time,Hangs in the sunshine. -
Bookmark Design: Orange Falun Gong Bookmark
2003-12-23 -
Poem: Tomorrow's Child
2003-12-23Awakening, becoming,The twilight Age no more.Here, for this moment,Heart within your stride,The breadth of the immeasurable has come!font> -
Paintings: Invitation Card Designs for Ms Zhang Cuiying's Painting Exhibition in Taiwan
2003-12-22 -
Poem: The Time of the Storm
2003-12-22Roaring thunder bolts penetrate through the sun.Arm stretched rays, display the truth.Piercing the illusions layer by layer.Now, all beings know,Now, all beings know. -
Music: Coming for You
2003-12-21 -
Drawing: Forced to Run Barefooted in the Cold
2003-12-21 -
Painting: Appreciation of Master's Benevolence
2003-12-20 -
European Observatory Cast Doubt Over Dark Energy
2003-12-20ESA's X-ray observatory, XMM-Newton, has returned tantalising new data about the nature of the Universe. In a survey of distant clusters of galaxies, XMM-Newton has found puzzling differences between today's clusters of galaxies and those present in the Universe around seven thousand million years ago. Some scientists claim that this can be interpreted to mean that the 'dark energy' which most astronomers now believe dominates the Universe simply does not exist… -
Poem: The Calling
2003-12-19Here, my heart sometimes frayed, Avoiding to look within. The promise of blossoms, Yet falling short of Compassion, A call to raise myself again.