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Sleep now

Your struggle ends

The gate before you

Swings open

You walk unnoticed

Through the courtyard

Of your knowledge

There is no self-consciousness

No awareness

No fear

Rest now, in security

The transition is done.


Winter ends

The watchers change

The watch dog that


The rat that gnaws

The black-billed bird

Which grips

There is no more anger

No future

No past

Rest now, solemn


 Life is done.

And so here it is, the final poem in the series of eight inspired by the I-Ching.

Many thanks to everyone who has provided feedback on these poems – it really is appreciated. I hope that you have enjoyed immersing yourselves in them.