Thursday, November 19, 2009

Hexagram 36

Darkening of the light. I haven't seen you
for weeks. Meadows unfold brocade
acres of embroidery, brodaiea

& meadowlark. Even here, back to the sun
I keep thinking I could meet you
Yellow book says: Be crazy

If there is no bread, taste the stones.
Suck this bitter stem. If there is no water
wait. Rain tastes of tears or kisses.

Missing your life, find it. Throw it away.
Hawks fly from the dark daily
double winged, single hearted.

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