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

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