Going With The Flow

Tai - Peace - Hexagram 11


A peace must be made with this rain.

The earth is steaming,

rising up,

in the politics of Spring.


New life and old

are mixing irrevocably,

the dry limbs waiting to be caught

carried downstream,

stark calls from hungry baby birds,

waiting for the carrion to come to them.

a turtle carcass on the drive.


Heaven rains down,

forcing a reckoning with all the old ways.

Earth comes heavy to the new,

but we can sit content,

to be wet

with all we know,

each body a conduit,

a flow,

a mix of conscious and unconscious

of dirt and air and light,


just right.