水

水 is the breath of flowing and hiding.

In the seasons it is winter; in the directions, the north.

It receives the bearing of 金 and bears 木; it receives the control of 土 and controls 火.

The flowing breath runs over.

Its thought is deep and it gives way well.

Past measure the thinking multiplies, it delays and sinks into feeling.

Hold the centre and move, and insight becomes the doing.

The flowing breath is right.

Brightness of mind, suppleness and depth are even.

It reads widely and is not swept along.

The flowing breath is shallow.

The force to step back, to think and to govern feeling is short, so it is hurried.

Ample rest, water and black light fill that breath.

The flowing breath holds the balance.

Wisdom, suppleness and rest lift the fortune.

Black light and the north, ample repose, and hours by the water are of use.

A record born in the cold season.

And yet what this seat needs is clear water — not water to warm with, but water to reflect in and be washed by.

Its own light is that strong.

A record born in the hot season.

On dry ground water is precious, so this breath is itself the worth.

Letting it flow, letting it rest, becomes strength as it stands.

A record born in a season that does not lean.

Neither pooled nor dried, so only the opening of the current remains.