The clouds
Rise up to heaven
Waiting
We wait here
In the meadow
With the bugs and butterflies
Making their wars
In the alfalfa the air
The sod and water
We wait on the sand
Of ancient oceans
For news from a far place
They wait in the cold mud
For the caissons tanks and troops
And the arrival of the enemy
If you wait
In blood
Get out of the pit
Know why you wait
And if you wait
For rescue or destruction
Three uninvited guests arrive
One falls into the pit
Rescue her
Honor them all
And in the end
Mercy and kharma will follow
One may confront and best crises
By waiting
As long is necessary
For opportunity
To emerge
(You'll know it when you see it)
Avoid being panicked
Into action
By immediate danger
Stand back
Let the drama rush by
Then make your move.
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1 comment:
Thanks you my dear niece! I have been writing these I-ching poems (five now), and I'm not so sure about them. . .but I've always wanted (for maybe 20 years) to write poems inspired by the I-ching. I don't know if it's working for me or not--so thank you!
When you say you inherited my old Deja Vu album, it must be the record! Vinyl! I have it on CD, but I never knew where all my old records went to. . .there is no one I'd rather have it! I must have bought that one the week it came out (about 1971!). love, jack
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