Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Poem: changes 58/Progress

1
There will be progress
At the end of the line.

There will be good fortune
if you have inward harmony.

Occasions for repentance will disappear.
You will have no more regrets.

2
Sometimes you forget and trust
A person who would injure you.

3
The airs of spring begin to blow
And the vapours rise and descend again.
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