Years Come and Years Go

The four seasons don’t ever stop to rest
The years come and the years go
The ten thousand things
Succeed themselves endlessly
But the universe itself does not die or decay
The east is bright and the west is dark
Flowers fall and flowers bloom again
Only the travelers to the Yellow Springs
Go shrouded in mystery and don’t return

- Han-shan, from Daily Zen

This is from either yesterday or the day before, but it seems appropriate both to the new year and to the I-Ching (see previous post). Changes come and go in cycles until the end of things is reached. And the end, of course, will prove to be a new beginning.