A work in progress, 64 Changes is a poetic engagement with the I Ching/Book of Changes, the ancient Chinese oracle. The I Ching speaks in italics
1. The Creative
The movement of heaven is full of power.
Heaven lies inert in your hand,
movement infuses it
cells leap alive.
I reach my hand towards you
Wavering flight over the depth.
My hand moves impossibly slowly
towards the surface
your eyes catch the movement,
the turning of the cells
like cogs in all this sea machine,
luminous threads beneath sight
yet your hunter eyes catch the move
Dragon appearing in the field.
We stop here. All the workings of the world.
Just at the edge of seeing it -
and to see would be to pull your body up onto the river bank
to sit, and watch
the river move as if you were dry. As if you were god.
Danger. No blame.
We stop here, and my hand is the one to reach you.
It reaches you, and slowly
There appears a flight of dragons without heads.
2. the receptive
This is what you get when you really have no idea what to do.
And when this turns out not to matter.
By holding fast to what is right, it gains the power of enduring.
I am following you through the sunlit fields.
I don't know the name of anything.
Wherever you go
I'm there, nourishing as milk
in the shape of a shadow.
Without my following, there's no leading.
No creation. Just as there is only one heaven, so too there is only one earth.
Pass me whatever it is that needs to be carried.
The earth in its devotion carries all things
Without time. Straight, square, great.
In holding there is great power, in birthing.
When giving birth, you have no idea what to do. Any ideas will only
impede you. Follow.
Following you through the low sunlit fields without purpose,
Yet nothing remains unfurthered.
Walk in the setting of the sun.
Set down the load and set yourself.
Deepen into the earth that births, like a dead person.
Release the active forces