Wuxing Category: Earth (土)
3-xx
A cedar hull of six-sided frames,
That holds the lattice of six-sided cells.
The brood is held in shadowed, waxen rows,
Where capped jelly abounds in heavy gold.
The sisters do not swarm but stay to guard,
To nurture and collect within the walls.
Nature’s bounty buzzes with intent,
Each day, to follow the sun, to collect, to thrive.
I find myself in awe at this vault,
Where the geometry of the lines has become a hearth.
Where the world has purpose, in this colony of might,
But the aimless flight of my own lets me frantically drift.
This foundation is where a legacy grows,
And I see my own life in its matrix.
I do not seek the height of the summer wind,
Only the strength of the base and deep-set sill,
Ensuring the anchor of my heart is broad enough for the weight.
Low fieldstones trace the garden’s quiet edge,
Where water drips upon the sun-warmed clay.
The nectar of the tulip and the sage,
Is carried to the gate on golden thighs.
A heavy stone sits firm upon the lid,
To keep the winter’s breath from lifting high.
The fountain hums a low and steady song,
While workers rest beneath the copper eave.
This hive of wonder is a valley that mirrors my spirit,
Watching these tiny things move within this mimic of wood.
I take solace in their tempo and quell my pace and demands,
To find the quiet center in the expansion of this life with another.
I am not still, nor swarm, but calm, at peace with my existence,
To stand witness to the perimeter and the silence of the abyss.
If I am the Earth, you are my moon that supports this design.
If you are the nectar, then I am the labor of love.
It is in this truth that the stone is heavy, and the reason I remain.
刘嘉文
© 2026 Liujiawen2024. All Rights Reserved
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 7:27 PM UTC
Wuxing Category: Earth (土)
3-xx
A cedar hull of six-sided frames,
That holds the lattice of six-sided cells.
The brood is held in shadowed, waxen rows,
Where capped jelly abounds in heavy gold.
The sisters do not swarm but stay to guard,
To nurture and collect within the walls.
Nature’s bounty buzzes with intent,
Each day, to follow the sun, to collect, to thrive.
I find myself in awe at this vault,
Where the geometry of the lines has become a hearth.
Where the world has purpose, in this colony of might,
But the aimless flight of my own lets me frantically drift.
This foundation is where a legacy grows,
And I see my own life in its matrix.
I do not seek the height of the summer wind,
Only the strength of the base and deep-set sill,
Ensuring the anchor of my heart is broad enough for the weight.
Low fieldstones trace the garden’s quiet edge,
Where water drips upon the sun-warmed clay.
The nectar of the tulip and the sage,
Is carried to the gate on golden thighs.
A heavy stone sits firm upon the lid,
To keep the winter’s breath from lifting high.
The fountain hums a low and steady song,
While workers rest beneath the copper eave.
This hive of wonder is a valley that mirrors my spirit,
Watching these tiny things move within this mimic of wood.
I take solace in their tempo and quell my pace and demands,
To find the quiet center in the expansion of this life with another.
I am not still, nor swarm, but calm, at peace with my existence,
To stand witness to the perimeter and the silence of the abyss.
If I am the Earth, you are my moon that supports this design.
If you are the nectar, then I am the labor of love.
It is in this truth that the stone is heavy, and the reason I remain.
刘嘉文
© 2026 Liujiawen2024. All Rights Reserved
Project Title: Elements of the Heart
Volume 3: Earth (Tǔ 土)
Authored 26APR26
