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


All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2020 by Joshua Alan Sturgill

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