Between Master And Disciples

Since my first visit to the Galaxy BBS on the Internet, I have been writing constantly. I have asked myself repeatedly why I am writing these poems? One evening, when I was preparing dinner, a sensational feeling overwhelmed me and I understood.

I didn't spend many years in school, so my English is not very good. Sometimes I would envy people with higher academic qualifications, or those who could speak fluent English. I always felt inferior in some ways. Master must have read my mind because She showed me something to make me understand that I too have something precious.

She let me realize that I have many experiences in life that others do not. I have a sharp mind and an acute power of observation. I am a poet. Even if I were an illiterate, rustic woman, it in no way detracts from my poetic qualities. I had neglected all these qualities previously.

As these thoughts flashed through my mind, I burst into tears. I finally realized that I had no need to envy others. I cried for a while and then went back to prepare the meal. My heart was now clear as daylight. Let me share with you here four poems of mine that have been published and the inspiring moments leading to their creation.

One day, I was filled with bliss when I got up from meditation. So I quickly switched on the computer and very soon completed my very first poem of this lifetime: "Paradise On Earth".

I once
Climbed every mountain, searched every stream,
Seeking the paradise in my dream.

I once thought
That was...
Only an illusion,
A mirage in my dream.

I never knew that
It was real! It was real!
It was not a dream!
There is really a beautiful world!

On the Internet, a Net-surfer once expressed on the Galaxy BBS that one has to pay dearly to receive initiation. In response, I wrote this poem "Price" to express my inner feelings.

A smile cost the city,
Another smile cost the nation.
What price did the emperor pay
Just to win a smile from the beauty?

Toiling day after day,
Frustrations year after year,
What price do people pay
In exchange for wealth and merits?

What price have I paid
To follow the Master?
What price have I paid
In seeking the Truth?

Nothing.
It cost me nothing.
I just made a decision
"To open the Gate of Wisdom".

No, I have not paid any price. Everything I have is due to God's and Master's grace, yet what can I do in return? Except for meditation, there seems to be no other way. Therefore, I wrote the "Heart Incense" to show my gratitude to God and Master. 

Mountains, rivers, great nature -- You've created, 
Heaven, Earth and myriad things -- You've manifested, 
On me, everything that I have -- You've bestowed.   
To You, what can I dedicate in return? 
To You, what can I offer? 
Nothing but a bunch of "heart incense".

I often miss Master very much. Once, I had just sat down at a group meditation session and my thoughts had not yet calmed, when suddenly my incomplete poem "I Want To Go Home" sprung into my mind. I had only finished the first four lines, but then the last two lines emerged. I could hardly control myself and my tears began to fall. Fearing that I might disturb others, I tried hard to suppress my tears, wiped my face dry, and regained my composure for meditation.

I want to go Home,
I tell myself each day.

Don't tarry on the road,
Sincere advice ringing in my ears.

The road is far -- walk carefully,
Don't be afraid -- Mom is with you.

Whenever I read my poems again, I often ask myself in amazement: "Did you really write these?" If I read only the titles, I may not even remember the contents. It is absolutely clear that Master bestows everything on me.