The appearance of this world
Is of the four elements,
They are earth, air, water and fire.
One stands still like a reed,
Those above you are the predators,
Who chase you like wolves.
It is the lamb that is you,
Towards the world we swivel and twist.
A molecule enhances our livelihood,
The atoms burst over sheer weight
Of the body so obese when fully enlightened.
The world is like a friend, the world tingles,
It enjoins the food of the equator;
My beloved way is to be a lamb,
Then the foolhardy one enjoys his life.
I have this adventure with my thoughts,
Sweet and silent, white and free,
Many of them hurt inside and out,
So the earth and the sky resemble
Outward faces, intellectual ornaments.
The world is my friend when it carries
The four elements, fire will make me fine.
Earth dissolves and air weighs,
Where is the water so flowing?
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