[Four Seasons Spirits] When the Blue Dragon soars up to the sky, Seedlings start to sprout upon the earth, Colouring the fields with shades of green By the wood-Three and Eight, Early birds twittering around the trees With their song of pure love Greeting the Spring Goddess When the Red Phoenix dances around the clouds, The Summer Goddess hastens the wheel of time In its spinning, the warrior goes to battle After the fire-Two and Seven, The winner’s labour rewarded by sweat of sun Yet deadly ashes of her bitterness and grief remains When the White Tiger assumes a majestic stance, Its prey is the unformed, the weak, and the immature The matured ones return to the origin; To their inner valley with wise and enlightened Through the metal-Four and Nine, Autumn winds sweep away the fallen leaves for the new This is the destiny of the fall for its maturity The noble justice of the Autumn Goddess When the Black Turtle-snake coils up in its cave All life forces are laid to rest Deep in hibernation for the next cycle With the water-One and Six, Stillness subsides to the origin As the moon casts a shadow on a tranquil lake, The Winter Goddess rests SK MF, July 7, 2011
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