Song of the Incarcerated

An Australian Practitioner

PureInsight | April 23, 2006

Moments, nearer to eternity, how screams and silence haunt this vile air. Torturous, such coldness behind these bitter walls!

From light - dimmed to devoid, wounds far deeper than heart, longing
for sleep and a breath of blue sky. Life, mere fragments now, a
fraction of my former world, tainted, no, drenched and drowning slowly

How words, these very lines, fall short and the blood, the brutality
never seem to fade. Cries that succumb to quiet, languishing a lamented

If just one song, come, let it flood my being, take me beyond these
walls - where lotus greets the morning sun and a breath of blue sky!

dedication to the countless Falun Gong practitioners incarcerated,
tortured and even murdered within China's forced-labour facilities and
concentration camps. Together, we will soon end the Chinese Communist
Party's ruthless persecution!)

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