The eye of the hexgram stands still in the center of a vortex of whirling time and space. The Vision Eye sees the ancient past, the muddled present, and the misty future. Few of us truly experience the vision eye in our lives, and if so only for brief flashes of divine epiphany. Inspiration of the spirit is a holy thing, a gift granted not without consequence.
My robe has become a garment of dew.
Unable to sleep I walk out into the
Suddenly, above the highest peak,
the full moon appears!