The end is nigh -- Yay! (Principle/Hexagram 63, COMPLETION)

The end of doomsaying
The end of misery
The end of another winter
the end of you:

the you of rusted
years spent to the

The end of flaming
pity for the self.

The end of believing
that you are a dead
tree in a naked

True, no birds
nest in your barren
branches. No crickets
sing at your feet.


Listen close. Lay your ear
against the frozen
trunk. Can you hear
the sap

When winter composes
its completion,
your ear will
sing. Your hands
will pulse
in time 
with sap's arousal,

and you will ring.


Art: "Sap Rising" by Elsbeth Poulk-McLeod

It is the secret of the world that all things subsist, 
and do not die,
but only retire a little from sight,
and afterward return again.

(Ralph Waldo Emerson)


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