>> Print version Close window << Poem: The Steepest Rise By a Falun Gong practitioner Mountains before us, Many behind, Traversing the steepest rise. Valleys below us, Such evil defined, Transcending the deepest lies. Horizons beyond us, No clouds to find, Transforming the widest skies. Master beside us, Hearts once confined, Now traversing the steepest rise. Published: Friday 29th April 2005 You are welcome to print and circulate all articles published on Clearharmony and their content, but please quote the source.  Related Stories: Poem: Song for China Poem: The Buddha Sculpture Poem: Light of Day Poem: The Maze Poem: Of Light and Form Poem: My Heart Poem: Song for China Poem: The Buddha Sculpture Poem: Light of Day Poem: The Maze >> Print version Close window <<
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