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Under a blood red moon

We glide

The narrow path

We chose

Don’t look down

Follow your heart

Don’t look down

Or we’ll fall.


We wear your faith

Like mail

The heights of heaven

Call us

But can we reach

The depth of heart

Can we reach

Our sight in dream?


A poem from a series I wrote a while back inspired by the I-Ching. There is one for each tri-gram. The rest may follow!