Elusive, subtle, yet vigorous.
Its beauty is immortal, like its belief of Budhism.
Formed by passionate hearts and heated souls,
Masters of Zen shall soon have their pottery of simplicity.
A short glance of such a thing can set one free of mind,
Making one full of joy and happiness.
Earth, ever so tender, naked,
Is soon dressed and sent to bed.
The bed, one believed as hell,
Tears the beauty's flesh as not to kill, but torture.
Now too hideous even for the demons to bear,
Accessories are given to hide her face.
Marked and scored, the beauty flees.
Being one of little grace, she falls, now truly
Terrified of the approaching demons.
A cooling embrace surrounds her as a savior appears.
Taken into arms, they run to safety.
Once alone and away, she regains her soft looks,
The longer they touch.
And so the cycle of Earth, Fire, Air and Water is complete.
Many of her kind did not have a fate as this.
But those who survive their ordeal - the test of Fire - are blessed.
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