North, South, East and West all on her heal.

Each calling out for her; making promises, buying time
Four full ripe with offerings, all masters of their crafts

Skilled and sacred in their own regard

Grips tightening around her

She stills; listens

birds carol the slow whirl of mother earths cool hum

She feels the pulling, the desires from all sides

Corners tugged tighter and so stretched becomes her heart

So wide, pulled taut, open fully
So brilliantly vibrant, light emanates

Four Rooks standing mightily on ends

Then without warning, from the center begins to pull

Tugging itself a fifth corner

stretching and tugging, pulling and groaning and moaning

Till strong as the four a fifth now stood fully emerged

She gazes down on the four, her pillars of light

And speaks without words for a while.

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