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Sown in the dawn of a summer

So long before we knew

Our growth through waters marsh like

A reflection in the mist.

In sun-fall’s haze our birth

The harvest of our mouths

Emotions tuned – the breath of heaven

The lion calls us on.

In harvest’s cut our freedom

We know no fear of death

The magician’s cape is cast

Our souls revealed in spells.

The silence of our lives

The depths from which we grew

Satisfaction of sacrifice

Your pleasure now we reap.


This is the penultimate poem in the series of eight which were inspired by the eight tri-grams of the I-Ching.