This young lass stands on a water dragon, a symbol of power and good luck. The masks attached to the Wheel suggest human reactions to life in the sun or under a dark cloud. The elements and the astrological signs emphasize that nothing gets a pass from a ride on this Wheel; it spins for all. As the book of Ecclesiastes puts it: “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.” My job is to figure out which part of each revolution is simply the natural process of living, and what part has been influenced by my actions. The first I must accept, but the second I have the power to change. Verse 55 from the Kuan Yin poem reads:
A long row of bamboo stalks
joined together
reaches to a bubbling stream.
Generation after generation can draw on the water.
My efforts and actions extend beyond my lifetime. Every year paperwhite flowers, planted by someone decades before we moved here, bloom in my yard. If I wanted to grow organic produce, the ground would have to lie fallow for a minimum of three years to allow all chemicals (pesticides and fertilizers) to be removed from the soil. What I do affects others, not just today, but in generations to come.