Tao Te Ching

#9 FOREVER

 

Palm-sized

Box of mystery

Found half under the bed

Swollen with humidity

Slid the lid with effort

Crystal number nine

Prismed from fake light

At first I smiled

Thinking of John Lennon

Intoning “Number Nine Dream”

But then hesitated

What can it mean?

 

The Tao Te Ching says:

“To retreat after a job well done

Is heaven’s way”

Did you leave?

Was I your well-done job?

The I Ching says:

“Small influences

In a receding tide”

How similar the two are

No doubt now

You are gone

One last chance

The Tarot says:

“Nine is the Hermit

Only alone can one seek

The answer”

No!  I know the question

Only with you could I find the answer

 

To hide the staring emptiness

I flick the light to dark

Left-handed waning crescent

Barely illuminating

Our once moon-struck bedroom

Safe starship buoyantly braving

The fourth dimension

But time’s clock stopped at nine

And now you are gone…

 

© Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

 

 

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15

 

How random is random

Clicked on the internet generator

15

 

15 is my day of birth

15 in tarot is temptation (some would say the devil)

15 in numerology adds up to 6 and in tarot that is the lovers

15 in Tao Te Ching is my favorite quote about being still

 

Since it is hard for me to remain still and quiet

I need this reminder

In love

But also in life

And here it is hours away from the 15th day of April:

 

“Who can be still
until their mud settles
and the water is cleared by itself?
Can you remain tranquil until right action
occurs by itself?”

 

I don’t think so, but I will try…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: pagespeed.ce

 

“PURE AND STILL…”

 

How odd to be caught between two worlds

The intellectual one, where I eye-roll

When thinking of

The magical one

The one where signs and symbols can fail

Those who straddle the bridge

As it opens, separating the realities

That may come from the simple slip

To the other side.

 

I smile at the ancients poking through

Animal entrails yet I am

Tossing bones symbolically carved

Receiving guidance from

The arrangement on the ground

Random generations of numbers

Representing my next move

Haphazard-ness?

Karma-ness?

 

I misinterpret the arrival of korako

The crow

Seeing only their destruction

Of a Cardinal community

When all along

It was the devastation of

An alternative life

Perhaps a better one?

Who knows?

 

So much safer

To observe

To record

To muse

To envelop oneself

In a mantle of silence…

 

© 2014, 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja), Poetic Alchemy: Talking Blues

IMAGE: My early morning Live Oak