Wednesday, June 07, 2017

I Ching

Sometimes when you argue,
Resistance stops your will,
You become tangled in a losing fight,
When instead should be still,

In control of yourself and where you go,
Guided by your silence,
Thoughts passing by, neither correct or wrong,
Dispersed to avoid outside malfeasance,

Like a king strengthens himself by spreading,
Streaming across the land,
May the seeds you scatter find furtile ground,
Tamed by your guiding hand,
So you find growth,
That is what the stacks said,
Fight for your life by surrendering it,
Unless you would rather wish you were dead.

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