The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older.

Forever and forever and forever

The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older.

In a universe animated by the interaction of yin (female) and yang (male) energies, the moon was literally yin visible. Indeed, it was the very germ or source of yin, and the sun was its yang counterpart.

I bow in reverence to the white cloud.

Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, Startle the forest and make the heights tremble. Clouds darken beneath the darkness of rain, streams pale with a pallor of mist. The gods of Thunder and Lightning Shatter the whole range.

The birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.