Be still. The voice is there for you to hear;
The guidance that you seek is near at hand.
You’re limited by how much you can stand
To challenge some beliefs you’ve long held dear.
That others cannot see the truth aright
Is obvious to you; but you are blind
To furtive influence that lurks behind
Tales told by trusted friends, and all they write.
The truth will have its way. If you can heed
Its softest whisper, there will be no need
For grievous life events that cause you pain.
Transparent meaning could not be more plain:
The manifest sensation that you spurn
Will be the more insistent on return.
— JJM = #25 in the I Ching Sonnet Project