PureInsight | May 13, 2007
Our Great Lord spoke again today
Of things that soon will be
So, faster now we pave the Way
Our future soon we'll see
So many lives may soon be lost
My heartache can't be told
Yet, no time now to waste in dross
For soon this will unfold
No thoughts of love and lives now past
Our journey soon will end
For those of whom won't future last
We'll never see again
Compassion grows so deep and now
with hastened steps the truth I'll tell
Quietly gazing upon fall flowers
My heart can't help but to feel saddened
A rest throughout the winter hours
With dreams of spring till hearts be gladdened
Such weary faces amidst the towns
For what to find with joy to bring?
The melody of a longing soul resounds
So long forgotten these legends of spring
And yet above the sun still shines
With promise to find a winters end
So graceful the dance, the sea of time
For soon the flowers shall bloom again
For one last time, great truth does spread
Towards Zhen Shan Ren our hearts are led
At night alone, I sometimes dream
of a place which seems so far away.
Quietly sitting by a steam.
With words this place so hard to say.
In distant lands, its legends told
of flowered hills and ancient trees.
The weight of wonders, words cannot hold.
Its songs are carried on the breeze.
With kindness its beauty, the people assist.
Every action contains a thought of each-other.
For why I ask do we exist?
But to illuminate the hearts of one-another.
Yet dreams do fade with reality's wake
With much work to do for mankind's sake
The winds of change, so soft they blow.
In the blink of an eye, a thousand years.
Immeasurable is the great river's flow,
to sail, one must remove his fears.
So fine, the ship on which we ride,
with wind to carry all the sails.
Across dark waters we gently glide.
Yet billowing waves begin to wail.
Not frail, the walls of this great ship,
yet crew still hides beneath the deck.
With fears aside and leadership,
This boat I'll not allow to wreck.
The clouds do part, and the sun does shine.
Soon our destination we shall find.
So deep grown were our rings of sin
no hope had humankind
no hope for sight of spring again
our fates could not unwind
Yet chimes so soft of vows of old
now echo through us all
now echo back with promise retold
and answer heaven's call
Guided by the greatest law
to all which was unknown
to all, in past none had foresaw
the return to our true homes