‘One Saturday in Boston’ by Michael Feltz The Society April 24, 2013 Poetry One Saturday in Boston, The Beacon of the Bay State. Many people went a’walkin’ And came upon a mainstay: Disciples of a Zheng Fa, Falun Xiulian Da Fa. All gathered in a circle, Together for a Hong Fa. They moved in synch to music, And spoke a truthful lyric. The folks in passing transit, Turned their eyes and ears to hear it. One Saturday in Boston An old historic juncture. Many people went a’walkin’ And came upon some wonders: Dimensions do converge here, At this ancient time and space. A zealot with his bull-horn, Appears oddly out of place. Across the grassy null stood, Like solemn gentle mountains: A peaceful Falun Gong group, Nigh gods on Brewer Fountain. One Saturday in Boston, As the new Epoch was forged. Many people went a’walkin’ And abided by the Lord Tranquility, a Teacher, Offers to a busy world: A ladder to the Heavens, Profound Wisdom to unfurl Old days of revolution, Have fallen by the wayside. Some people have awakened, Like beacons on the bay side. Zheng Fa: Righteous Law Hong Fa: Spreading the Law Falun Xiulian Da Fa: The Great Cultivation Way of the Law Wheel Michael Feltz is a poet living in Boston. Related Post ‘To a Red-Winged Black Bird on the Advent of Spring... To a Red-Winged Black Bird on the Advent of Spring For some a robin heralds in the Spring. Others: a crocus or a daffodil. My old man claims it’s... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.