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29 March 2007 @ 09:01 am
Tao of the Day  
Swinging my helmet, I chortle.
What joy to chase their fleeing dust!
I do not see
why the general yanks his reins
and raises his flag to retreat.

Five decades pass. A magistrate,
I have proof of treason. Eunuchs,
teeth sharp as wolves',
stop me, and then I realize
too late: I have no flag to raise.

No one will speak for me at court.
I give bribes to my former men,
then flee in shame
to a mountain hut, and ponder
what my general knew so well.

- The Living I Ching on Withdrawal (trans. Deng Ming-Dao)