Poem: What Is My Age?

What is my age?

I am three years old.

Three years ago I opened Zhuan Falun

Opening my eyes, emerging, awakening slowly

Three years ago.

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I am three years old -- my potential age is ten.

Ten years ago, one opened the secret in his heart

And gave it to the people freely.

Possibly, I could have heard the Fa for myself

Ten years ago. My potential age is ten.

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Thirty eight years ago

My skin emerged, housing my consciousness

Like a yolk inside an egg I waited

Still at that time a finger stirred my soul

Spoke to my yuanshen

"Wait for it... wait for it..."

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Wandering in a maze

Cannot be called a steadfast journey

So only I wandered and waited.

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My pedestrian age is thirty eight.

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Twelve thousand years ago

In a quiet corner

The Finest Beings met with One

Heard a tale and made a pact

Committing their hearts to a sacred mission.

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The clock of Rectifying

Began ticking then.

Twelve thousand are the years of my Fa age.

Before that, before then...

I cannot say.

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What is my race?

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The passport says American

But a passport is paper;

Africa has a relationship;

And my true eye shows a different mirror.

My heart always looked beyond

Always looked beyond.

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I always looked, not seeing

Not knowing, but knew.

Reading Zhuan Falun is seeing

Reading Zhuan Falun is knowing.

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Race is nothing -- Origin is the truth.

What is truth? Zhen Shan Ren.

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Where do I stand?

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My feet bestride the dust

My head brushes the sky

But my body, my body

My body entangles the cosmos

Layer on layer

Level to level

Particles and molecules

And more, and more ...

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Openly displayed -- wide and clear

Clear and clean

Interconnected, entwined, predestined.

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One layer explodes, a thousand burst forth

Fashioned anew from karmic transformation

The lifetime of a star

Less than a teardrop.

Hot reveals cold, cold burns eternal

-- that man you see, thinking upside down

How hopeless, but you handed him a book!

"Read it again," you said.

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He read it again for the first time

A layer exploded, a thousand burst forth

Each particle is time, so what is my Age?

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Pedestrian to Fa, Skin to Cosmos

Dust into Stars, Galaxies evolve Eons

No language can speak, no lexicon has meaning;

Abandoned definitions reveal the cage

You stepped out of.

Each shimmering light is a new universe

Each universe a boundary to be transcended

Enlightening.

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A TYRANT tries to judge it

A tyrant tries to rule it

A tyrant tries to bind it.

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Can you grab water with your fingers?

Can you snare brightness in a sack?

Can you hold lightness in a cage?

Can you contain virtue with your ugly stare?

What Fa will the frog judge, rule, bind?

He has only jealousy, rage

Blindness and death.

He has only lies

With which to prop an empire.

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I will not lift a fist, not to fight nor to defend -

But with every age I am, I will rectify.

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I will indeed lift my hand

To restore the reputation

Of Teacher and Taught

Of Rule and Law

Of Principle and Practice

Every particle I have is a Forever to shine forth -- Rectification

Zhen Shan Ren.

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I will indeed lift a hand

Not to strike a blow

But to shine forth

To fulfill a vow.

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To not curse a Tyrant

Is to make no Enemy.

WE do not hate You.

But neither is there any fear.

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Only is there pity

And you cannot abide Compassion

And you cannot endure Tolerance

And you cannot exist in Truth

And Truth there must be

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For truth is in everything.

With each lie you tell, Our truth rises

For each blow you blow, Our forbearance emerges

For each crime you commit, Our compassion encompasses

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Thus you find us undefeated.

Legs folded, eyes closed

You are undone.

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No sadness, no celebration.

It simply Is.

Every age I am will rectify

Every level I hold will rectify

Every particle I entwine will rectify

Every moment in the Cosmos.... It simply Is.