Through all of this, the seasons flow, not in their calendar order, but in an order determined by the season in which the renku was begun and traditional aesthetics. Autumn and spring dominate, but summer and winter will put in their appearances as well. The moon shines or is obscured. Flowers blossom and fall. Animals and people come and go.
Nothing stays for very long, however, except movement.
Enjoy a renku as you would enjoy music, for the varying motifs which come and go, threaded through the rhythms of first one voice, then another. Catch, if you can, how one verse adds meaning to what went before, and then changes its own meaning as the next follows. These changes, governed by highly complex rules, should appear as simply the continuing flux of life. In the words of Tadashi Kondo, a renku is a mandala. Like a mandala, each renku should contain the moon of enlightenment and the blossoms of this transient life, and everything in between.