The Ancient Modern
Even from the Silence / Joshua Alan Sturgill
Someone once told me
Of a Taoist, a hermit
Who cast his I Ching divinations
With three plum stones.
How he marked them
To distinguish Yang from Yin
To build their numbers
I didn’t hear.
But I have met Sages
And recognized them
At once by their peaceful gaze.
Their vision as intimate as touch,
They could ask questions
Even from the silence of a seed
And hear the answer
With their eyes
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