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Fifty-Ninth Hexagram
Wind carries the Mists aloft:
Sage rulers dedicated their lives
to serving a Higher Power
and built temples
that still endure.
The King approaches his temple.
Success if you stay on course.
You may cross to the far shore.
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Changing Lines
Line Six
He follows the trail
of his own blood
to safety.
Line Five
He cries in pain
as he sweats out this fever.
The king opens
the royal stockpile
to his subjects.
No mistake.
Line Four
He scatters his group
far and wide.
Those who return
will be of firmer resolve
and leaner, stronger fibre.
An ingenious move.
Line Three
His ego dissolves
and the void is filled
with his Self.
No more
fear and frustration.
Line Two
When his dreams evaporate
to mist on the breeze,
he returns to
his well of strength.
Regret is washed away.
Line One
He gives aid
with the strength
and stamina of a horse.
Good fortune.
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