She Sees: Sky Below Water Above

In the I-ching,

Sky below Water above,

is a hexagram which symbolises,

Waiting.

Patience.

Nourishment through inaction.

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Afloat - in circulation

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Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.

The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.

The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.

– John Burroughs

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Afloat - on the surface

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Which made me laugh,

at myself,

because these images are the creations of impatience.

I was going to do something else for Afloat,

which required waiting,

for water,

and sky,

to do as I wanted them to do.

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Afloat - flooded

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As I was writing this post,

I heard a voice,

afloat on the airwaves.

“We’ll wait in this gateway…”

it said,

as it passed by.

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