Chapter 59 The Puppet Soul

The flowers were dancing on the Spring Equinox; the nights got longer after the June solstice; the gold leaves were floating on the Autumnal Equinox; the snow would make up the world on the Winter Solstice. The four seasons of the Pure Land held its own beautiful scene full of striking imagery. Carefully feeling, it was also a kind of Taoism. It was the Taoism of nature, of the reincarnation.

The spring breeze wakened everything in the world. The flowers bloomed, the trees and the grass sprouted. In the summer, all life would enter the most complicated state. The autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, which seemed to indicate their demise. At the end when the winter came, all things were dying. But in the next spring, the dying things were reborn on the withered shell.

On the ground, on the same root, one flower died, and one flower was reborn. A year was a turn. Though the flowers were different, their roots were the same. Isn't this a kind of reincarnatio