Seasoned.

Spring blossoms paint a thousand colours in vain;

Threads of emotion entwine aimlessly, reaching far and wide;

Past events bind and entangle my soul ever deeper.

Summer moon cannot soothe even a sliver of my heart;

Impartial Heaven and Earth are are not my obstacle;

To know and act in harmony is enlightenment.

Autumn waves drift across a thousand mountains of lost leaves;

Antlers lay fractured on soil ripening with fungal growth;

Colours shine yellows, reds, and browns signalling life in a new light.

Winter snow builds to gently bend a single blade of stubborn grass;

Life on hold as survival becomes a testing testimony;

Throughout this long year, I have stood strong: I go on.