The people travel
from here to there
coming
going
Their destination
reverses itself
over and over again
The Tao remains firmly
planted in one place
and yet cannot be left behind
Four kings guard
East, West, North and South
The paths they guard
are precious
and cannot be separated
Each has a colour
that can't be blended
Each has a sound
that can't be imitated
The center remains still
It has no colour or sound
yet the rest could not exist
without it
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