Thursday, April 19, 2007

Poem: Changes 59/Dispersion

The wind blows over water,
Dissolving it into foam and mist.
The king approaches his temple.

The sacred music
And splendor of the ceremonies
Arouse a strong tide

Of emotion shared in unison
By our hearts,
Awakening our consciousness

To the origin of all creatures.
In common cause,
All barriers dissolve.

When a boat crosses a great stream,
When the wind drives over the water,
The call goes out: all hands on deck!
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