This poem is from Anita Mason. She is one of our Masters graduates who practices Ren Wu Zang in her clinic in the UK.
She writes, “I thought I would offer a small contribution. Recently I found a little time to shape a poem inspired by one of my favourite practices that Dr. Shannon taught in the Palm Desert Temple. The practice has stayed close to my heart, and this poem grew from that experience.”
No cloud dared mar the endless blue
Only boundless light in brilliance true.
I stood beside my Master, calm, profound,
In the blazing sun, where visions are found.
He whispered steps, a sacred guide,
Through walls of mind where shadows hide.
Four ancient guardians, called to form,
Their spirits rising, alive and warm.
Phoenix first; a fire that breathes,
Crimson, gold, the sun it wreathes.
Turtle next, with cosmic shell,
Holding silence where wisdom dwells.
Tiger prowls in silver light,
Moonlit fur, a spectral might.
Each leaf and grass blade hums with fear,
Its roar shakes mountains, far and near.
Then chaos erupts around our camp… a bark, a howl
Every creature stirs, seized by a primal growl.
Beasts sense the presence none can ignore,
And there the Dragon, vast, untamed,
Scales shifting, sky and lightning named.
Emerald, sapphire, serpent of air,
Ancient power beyond compare.
The veil grows thin, the world aligned,
Protection woven, body, soul, mind.
Ren Wu Zang, a morning rite,
Shielding organs, spirits bright.
From China’s hospitals to my hands,
Energy cleansed, as wisdom demands.
Physicians, priests, acupuncturists, all,
Enter the field where energies call.
Wei qi flows, yet untouched remain,
For in this practice, purity reigns.
With gratitude,
Anita Mason
