Yin And Yang

It is spring once more in the Coast Range Warm, perfumed, under the Easter moon. The flowers are back in their places. The birds are back in their usual trees. The winter stars set in the ocean. The summer stars rise from the mountains. The air is filled with atoms of quicksilver. Resurrection envelops the earth. Goemetrical, blazing, deathless, Animals and men march through heaven, Pacing their secret ceremony. The Lion gives the moon to the Virgin. She stands at the crossroads of heaven, Holding the full moon in her right hand, A glittering wheat ear in her left. The climax of the rite of rebirth Has ascended from the underworld Is proclaimed in light from the zenith. In the underworld the sun swims Between the fish called Yes and No.