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Random? (revised)

Random?

none
empty

one
two

Three, six
sixty-four

Stardust from the elders
wraps a delicate living
thread of yarrow.

unnoticed. Powerful. weaving
together the disregarded past
into now.

At harvest they were lemon
green yellow. Coarse to the touch
flexible.

Through my fingers they run, stiff
rose petal soft after two decades of
hard labor.

Fortuity engages serendipity. The
fifty yarrow stalks and my mind
in elegant precision

dance
right hand to left hand and back again.

Synchronizing the treasure of the ancestors
into the now. Assimilated.
Seeding metamorphosis.

Turbulent water above
Calm still mountain below
Thirty-nine

Swift rapids
rushing obstacles

The mountain must
focus
remain still
in active silent watching
ever changing flow.

one

empty
none

Note: The time honored casting of the Yi Jing while typically done with a simple and expedient coin toss, has for thousands of years been done through the manipulation of fifty thin stalks made of yarrow. In the poem the hexagram is number thirty-nine, Water over Mountain. Which can represent challenges and obstacles.

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