always good fortune and sometimes better

 {I asked the iching why I get blue over a certain something someone}

{{creation does have a sense of humor }}

nothing is blue quite like a red maple

THE MODERN POET'S I CHING

by Thom Williams

HEXAGRAM #57 - THE GENTLE, THE PENETRATING

MANIC OPPRESSION

Kings come and go.
Warriors die in bed dreaming bright battles.
Lovers hurl themselves off frightening ledges.
And quiet lives gather leaves
The same way
Today and tomorrow.