In desperation he cried, "If I am patient, what good will come of this?"
He threw three coins, drew six lines, and this is what he read..
Cling tight to me my fire..
Headstrong, perseverance
Labor is never far from success
What my hands have tended to, will good fortune bring
That which is bright rises twice
Intertwining passion, beauty from ashes
The greatest man is of perpetual resolution
Illumination, even to the very ends of the earth
Our paths cross, and continue forth
Without serious intention, there is none to blame
Sunlight, bringer of great fortune..
As she sets low on the horizon
Let worry fall, you can dance and sing of life
Or loudly morn approaching death
Calamity..
He draws near suddenly
Bursts forth, dies down, and is thrown away
Tears in floods, sighing and lamentation
Serendipity..
What king will set him forth to chastise
Killing the leaders, taking captive those who followed
None to blame
Cling tight to me my fire..
Stand fast my mountain..
Motionless, without body
Present in flesh, far from existence
He cannot be made to move, and cannot be condemned
Mountains standing close together
Haggard resolution, strength through resistance
The superior man is of a quiescent mind
Birds finding solitude in the calming crevasse of the rock
Be still my feet
This is my doing..
The less I move, the further we go
Be still my legs
We cannot save her
My heart trembles in her cage..
I cannot sit still forever while my heart suffocates
Be still my body, you cannot be judged
Be still my lips
When each word falls in order
Remorse disappears
A righteous heart, motionless
Serendipity..
Stand fast my mountain..
~itisivonforever~
Author notes
This is an interpretation of two hexagrams taken from a direct translation of the I Ching. The first is Li (to cling, fire) the second is Ken (be still, mountain).
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(bows low and kneels)
Is such amazement real? Do I dare read this once more and find that the words have vanished, the ink slipping through the wrinkling page of darkness that was one immaculacy...?
(reads the piece again)
No I find the words are really...there. Before me written as legend and profecy upon a page that many eyes will pass over and find...magnificence.
I am truly honoured to have read this...such work is a rarity even here... Well penned sir.
Your Czarina,
~Seraph
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"Be still my feet
This is my doing..
The less I move, the further we go"
The part that stands out most to me, possibly because my love of stollid irony or because of how insightful this is. There is parts that i cannot understand, but i know truly i am not meant to. How you got all this from two failed attempts by the Chinese to make a cart wheel is beyond me
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