We are directed by the unconsciousness, for the unconsciousness knows,Where the seeds of of life are sown, and the everlasting flower grows,The zodiac man comes for you at dawn,Hide inside the flower, and he will be gone.Economy, frugality, soil that is black,Once inside the flower, there is no turning back,Bamboo, young and green, reed, rush and cane,Pod bearing plants and blossoms, all created from rainBlood, moon, strong, deep-red and crystalized white,Just before winter in the meeting of dark and light,God toils in the Abysmal, says the triagram of K'AN,Those who were opressed become leaders of the new day,The mountain wanderer, keeping still, in the flower he will lay.

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