Poem: Cultivating in the Maze

Amidst a tribulation, lost and torn
For weeks, my xinxing* hesitates to climb
My heart feels blocked but prays a silent rhyme:
Dear zhu yuanshen - awaken and conform
To what the Fa requires, not the norm.
Each move I make will echo far in time
In this great epoch, comfort is a crime -
Still, knowing this, my heart remains forlorn.

With righteous thoughts, a cloudy conscience clears:
A disciple finds attachments make her strange,
And in that moment, casts aside her fears
And with determination vows to change -
To sit in meditation and endure
To study Fa**, return to what is pure.

*Xinxing: Character, cultivation level.
**Fa: Law or principles taught in Falun Gong.