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From Chaos to Continuity

Epic poem and graph following the revised numbering of the Analogos I Ching

Stanley Horner (2004)

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Epic Poem: UFI (Uze'r Frendlee Inglish) Version

The following graph shows the ongoing ups and downs in the 64 sites of the I Ching narrative.

The 64 Verses of the EPIC POEM

Before every beginning
There abounds a breathless quietude,
And boundlessness sustains the void.
The unspeakable knows not of body, mind or house or home;
The infinite has no voice or thought,
No way to express its continuity of what it’s not.

In every beginning the dust pervades
From here to everywhere in blurs;
Mutation waits out the eons before it accidentally stirs.
Insignificant interruption sparks inside a moment and a place;
Chaos gathers slippage flaws
And starts a chain reaction without end or cause.

In the bottomless pervasion of repeat
Upon repeat there emerges time.
The birth of memory finds a past
To cast a shadow on the here and now.
The birth of promise and potential
Lurks beneath the strands of time.
Desire lingers in the nodes of place
And deception finds expression in a trace

Mindless speaking speaks and speaks;
It thrives upon its new-found voice.
The birth of thought takes flight, resounds
In an echo that springs back, rebounds.
The stimulus of speech and thought
Give rise to simple dreams of far-off hope.
Expression flows and spills itself across the space
Without the slightest fear of reprisal or disgrace.

The inner parent faces fear and takes a stand
From every corner of the new found land.
The spillings that once so feely fell like rain
Now must seek permission for fear they echo back as pain.

The splurge of wilder days may hang its head in dread
And accept that wild expression needs to play and stay at home.
A voice that is allowed to sing or speak or sound
Must find its proper language so its meaning can be found

If the precedence of centuries cannot be surpassed,
Then the hope of breaking through is far away.
The Trojan horse as trickster offers hope;
Building credit through the months is the way to cope!

When the challenge of the real faintly falls asleep,
Deception gains momentum and speeds along its track.
Omnipotence drives desire to the highest form of hope,
But danger lurks in shadows like a noose hides in a rope.

As desiring bodies feed their verbal minds
So abstract logic remembers well its ground.
The rain sinks earthly deep and feeds the rooted seed;
The sun lifts high the leafy world, feeding its other need.

As two speakers start to speak in tongues,
Each one discovers what it’s not
Mystery dream gives birth to word;
Concepts need pronouncement to be heard.

Deep desire has wishes, needs, and wants,
And seeks pure pleasure on the spot.
Lofty censors stand on guard and man the gates;
They jury what has long-term worth and all else waits and waits.

As day falls after night and nightfall follows day,
He and she take turns to sleep and stand on guard
Who starts the flow must also let it go;
Who lets it go must also start the flow.

From skies above the weather rises in its time,
The ground of earth dissipates in worth and falls behind.
The gridwork patterns of the stars will set the protocol,
Until the lofty regions feel their loss and hear again the earthly call.

When there’s strength in the inner world of earth-to-sky and sky-to-earth,
Adventure calls their entwined wills to strike an onward path.
The earth-sky fusion that teaches how to share
Now tests its readiness, forgoing sundry freedoms in return for care.

How fares the inner voice of earth or sky with outward speak that’s heard?
How fares the other’s voice with the inward hope to hear?
Between the one who utters out and the other one who hears within,
There hovers interference in its endless wait, should any voice begin.

The random rhetoric that flowers between old voices near and far
Soon forms a pattern deep and firms its rut upon the track.
The train zips time away and devours the space of zones;
The carried load of meaning speaks of deep skeletal bones.

The dreamer feels the soothing touch of the memories of perfumes,
But sleep comes crashing down when the war of life comes back.
Why can’t the act of seeing eye to eye be seen as enlightenment, insight?
Why must conflicted dreamers dig a hole into and through the night?

To step inside the beat of music and forget all outward wills to power,
Is to lose oneself inside a trance and flow inside a passing close-up dance.
Then stepping back and peering through the telescopic, lofty view
Leaves one outside, aloof, alone, beholding the old inner dance as new.

Panoramic fields spread wide below; they transcendent the far as near.
The memory of lost aerial views, lend a third eye to our inner sky.
Excitement lifts and soars to lofty heights the measure of a day
When there’s a larger picture in the head to guide the passing details on the way.

Let us go forward as one for all and all for one!
Let us sing to communal worth as we make our way.
A grouping holds expansion in its diverse parts,
As the members rally forth, each one ends where another starts.

In the momentum of experience taken and reviewed
Comes the promise of a future full of paths that spiral up the hill.
The troupe must meet in joyous expectation for the climb,
Knowing that behind the mask of camaraderie lie dreams sublime.

When practiced dialogue rides smoothly without a saddle or a brace
The deeper probes can belly-up as paradox.
The rule of thumb that seemed so mastered and in tune
Can turn its back and throw a monkey wrench at the golden, silver spoon.

The science of systemic laws and principles of control
May build the road to leadership and pave the way to towers.
But it’s the touchstone of a character who is grounded in the land
That can turn the top-down dangers into grains of common sand.

The rhetoric of conundrums may not nail so firmly down
The shingles that face real storms in the philosophy of gain.
But the rhythm that decodes recurring mystery and the paradox of time
Helps the poets’ works on rooftops as they play the metaphors of rhyme.

All that’s good and true and beautiful can propel the spirit’s shine on high,
Assuming it can banish all that’s bad, and false, and ugly to the ditches and the pits.
If good gods can hold the upper hand and keep the evil devils distant and at bay
Imagine then that hard work harbors sweetness, pleasure, and the joys of manifested play.

Parents, children, siblings, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives,
Fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters, overstep step-versions of them all.
In togetherness, members mark a complex intertwine that grounds the here and now;
In separateness, each member carries forth the values denoting who and how.

There comes a time when the use of language and its technics flower as one;
They entwine, and manifest new rhythms inside the waves of time.
When the synchronicity of multi-moments coalesce
Expect to move whole mountains, but be warned against the dangers of excess.

As rides the flow of energy, so releases destiny its singular champion star
Who catches dreams of better worlds and a better means to forward go.
There follows then persuasion plots and designer plans for a world that’s new and changed;
But there follows too, on the other side, deep fears of a past that’s torn, deranged.

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When stalemate hits the fan of progress in the face,
A conflict knows not its limits or its bounds.
The answer may lie in full regression to the infant ground,
Where hopeful dreamers may find new ways to un-double every bind.

Regression fails to open up old doors of un-resolve
When recurring conflicts slip in place with each return.
The answer may lie in the scattering of the data back to scratch;
Wishful changers may find that new arrangements are more kind.

The double bind of stalemate blocks and stops an action in its tracks;
Both do or don’t reactions seem fully doomed to die.
They raise on high the fear of battle cry!
When there’s no easy way to pass the buck, feathers fly.

Catch-twenty-twos can stop attraction-action in the world;
Both do or don’t reactions seem forever doomed to fail.
They retroact the journey and predict the fate of loss.
Great ideas seldom pass, at first, the test for rolling stones devoid of moss.

The grid work works its charm
And holds the rows of soldiers in their place.
But when the major fails to show,
The purest form of chaos rises up to humbly meet the foe.

Greatness stands in far-off, foreign lands
And hope lies underground.
It’s time to create an inner form,
So the will to power can dream beyond the norm

The small pond yields its every wealth
And the smallness grows increasingly miniscule.
It’s time to travel out beyond—
To bring new waterways into the memory of the favorite pond.

Travel tests the homing need to rest,
Endless moving into new and unknown lands.
Building focus helps the urge to settle down,
To light home fires and reaffirm the childhood ground.

Settling down and lifting up stone weights,
Reminds one that what rises also falls.
Sustain determination after passing losses
For ascending stones can also gather mosses.

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Hope may be a promise in a light that’s far away;
But that same hope may well be lost and swallowed up.
With the turning sideways of the head,
Beware of pretty decoys that are planted to bring dread.

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Hope may be a promise in the drive for family life,
At the feast and in the joy of sharing this and that.
In the future, as it reads the past,
In the tribe-of-everyone, there lives an energy that builds to last.

Hope may be a promise inside each day’s exchange;
Each one fulfills the one-to-one replay of yesterday.
Ritual binds momentum with a dream of life sustained;
In the water of the well of life is the community retained.

Reculer pour mieux sauter (Bend down to jump up better.)

When the rhythm of the time falls out of sync.

Parts are perfect when alone, before they start again.

Next time let the moss stick securely to the stone

The senses speak their basic mind;
The mind speaks in its well-worn language mode.
When the senses are embedded in the mind
Expect the depths and heights to fuse in kind.

Expect deception, simulacra, and the false
To lie in wait at every turning point along the road.
Expect as well to see the tricks collapse and fail
As passers-by are well prepared to foil each trick in more detail.

A new construct provides an overview—
An ancient ground that under stands.
Come they together in the same decision,
Expect to start anew inside a dream’s precision.

The horizontal plan of action
Keeps the masses on alert.
But when new leaders overtake,
Expect new changes on the make.

Speaking first in the inner world;
Work through to the other’s hope.
Save the day when the words are outed
And the path of hurtful residue’s rerouted.

For every One there is an Other
And for every Other, another One.
For every left there is a right;
A bird without two wings knows not of flight.

Desire can override the mind
As the mind can squelch desire.
When the two are in cahoots,
The future walks ahead in silvery boots.

The Yin and Yang each hold a role
As the skin and pulp make up an orange.
Without the skin the juice dries up;
Skin without its juice is an empty cup.

When the skin of an orange is broken
The fruit can be deserted and left to rot.
The one that contains
Empowers the other’s remains.

The struggle for fame has its fall-out;
Side effects can mushroom in the dark.
Whoever may honor the winner
May insist on rewards at the dinner

There is safety in garnering numbers
And numbers can count when in need.
One can talk to oneself for a couple of days
But new blood in the mix will amaze.

Far away from the urban crowd
The order of things feels at home.
The smell of the earth and the feel of the air
Can saturate freedom with the greatest of care.

To see through a view that sits up front,
Is to hear inner voices that speak no sound.
To be in touch with the out-of-reach—
There’s a muse to inspire, and one’s self to teach.

In the flow of transcendent worthiness
Lies a light full of mystical dreams.
In the years of nurturing love,
There rings an expanse from below and above.

Years of this and that may culminate;
And struggles hide behind success.
A glider earns its right to soar unheard;
Greatness basks in the praising word.

Wait in the wings of shadow-land—
On a plateau without any rise.
Who could think ahead or back
Or remember the mountains of loss or lack?

Out of darkness in a tunnel’s depths
Comes a light awaiting a love’s return.
Aloneness in the march of life
Calls forth friends who can derail strife.

In darkness radiance shines afar;
Energy flows from there to here.
Togetherness lives in the structure of power;
Energy flows up and down in the tower.

Out of effort one arrives at the lofty top;
Culmination is a wonder to behold and adore.
Fulfillment spreads glory near and far;
It’s a time to relax and not to star

The task is well completed
And the need to struggle is passing away.
Expect new forces to try to take over—
Unless prevention keeps change under cover.

When a life’s work is done
One is proud to be free.
Expect new illusions to take their turn,
Selecting old bridges and making them burn.

It’s time to remember the gone-by days
And reflect on the times fully spent.
The completion of an epic brings fame;
Enjoy the last days without blame.

The triumph of destiny
Lies not in regaining what’s lost.
In the end it’s the loss that’s a gain;
If the abyss can hold joy over pain.

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