# [D14:1M]
Vision: [[The Noise of Fear is Drifting down the River (You Cannot Die)]]
Hexagram: [[Fourteenth Hexagram]]
Trials: [[Fourteenth Trial]]
Symbols: #three #windows #yellow #door #four #river #white #child #eye #whirlpool #bed #snowfall
May 1st, 2025
I.
The three clear windows are yellow
at sunrise, the three clear windows
in the three blue doors.
A shadow hangs from your fingertips
above the four directions.
The noise of fear
is drifting down the river.
You cannot die.
If you picture the gentle water, a woman
in a white gown and her child
will appear. They are peering
into the water you picture.
The hem the white gown
undulates with the mirrored surface.
You must have known
them once. Their reflections
hang beneath them.
You are reaching out
now. You are trying
to speak but they do not hear.
The faint curve
of a sphere surrounds them.
All around
are the ripples of creation.
Although you are not
visible to the woman or girl,
nor to the landscape, the sphere
which encloses them is also
an eye. You perceive its gaze.
The landscape is real. A high cliff
rises behind them from the edge
of the river. The ponderosas
whisper names, but you
do not know the names.
Yet you remember the eye.
You remembered it all your life.
It was like this:
In a dream from childhood, the one
you never forgot, there was an eye
looking up at you from the bottom
of a whirlpool. A fearful noise
buzzed all around then, and though
you woke from the dream it persisted
all the rest of your life. That is why
you were always afraid
and repeated yourself often.
But now, being here
like this, it has become a sphere
of protection for the two
you long for.
You see now that it is
a mandala. All the past and all
the future pass through it.
That is why it sees you here
even though you are not
here. Somewhere else
you are a child and deaf
to the noise of fear.
Lying in bed, you are soon
to sleep and soon to wake.
Somewhere you are
a broken man in a bed
in a great city.
The city is besieged
by plague. Your body is preparing
to leave you now, and you
can see the disease, how
it is floating like snow
in the room. You are
soon to sleep and soon
to wake.
The noise of fear
is drifting down the river.
It is you who sent it.
Therefore,
you cannot die.