When the Heart Becomes Still

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The world kept turning, loud and fast,
Like drifting shadows fading past.
A thousand thoughts would rise and fall,
Yet none could answer to the call.

I searched in voices, noise, and haste,
Through fleeting things I could not place,
Until one quiet moment came
And softened every restless flame.

No distant sound, no outward sign,
No sudden voice from realms divine,
But in the stillness of the heart,
A deeper knowing seemed to start.

The need to struggle slowly ceased,
The mind grew calm, the breath released,
And underneath the human tide,
A silent truth began to rise.

When the heart becomes still,
The hidden way appears,
Beyond the noise of thought and fear,
The Fa is always near.

Truthfulness clears the clouded mind,
Compassion opens what was sealed,
Through Forbearance, calm and bright —
The deeper self is gently revealed.

The world remained as it had been,
The same old roads, the same old scenes,
Yet something pure had changed within,
A quiet light beneath the skin.

No need to seek through endless skies,
No need for praise, no need disguise,
For when attachment lost its claim,
The heart no longer moved the same.

Still water reflects the moon above,
A peaceful mind receives the truth.
Not by force and not through will,
But when the heart becomes still.

When the heart becomes still,
The soul remembers why it came,
Beyond all striving, beyond all names,
The Fa remains the same.

Truthfulness shines in silent light,
Compassion turns the dark to bright,
Through Forbearance, calm and clear —
The eternal way draws near.

So in the silence, soft and deep,
A sacred promise wakes from sleep.
And what was hidden through the years
Can finally… be heard.

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