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A Book of Symbols From the Jade Lecturn
I am composing short images and poems to capture the spirit of individual acupuncture points.
Currently I am working on the major points connected with the Eight Extraordinary Channels.
The sudden quality when an 8 extra channel is implicated seems to lend itself to the muse.
I may use these poems as part of the hypnotherapeutic entrainment within the framework of
“Ancient Circle of Healing – Transformational Community Acupuncture”.
The first session was very well received.
I draw inspiration from the 20 years that I have been studying, practicing and teaching Chinese Medicine.
The poems themselves I gather by focusing and holding awareness on the acupuncture point.
This is a form of inquiry and synthesis that often illuminates and deepens knowledge.
The old name for acupuncture point is Xue 穴 (pronounced Shui). This means a cave.
Back when Chinese medicine was being formulated this also implied a lair. In caves live animals. It seems to me that every acupuncture point is alive with a particular and uniquely autonomous consciousness, much like an animal in its lair.
Please read these poems slowly and aloud, it will increase the enjoyment and the benefit. If you know acupuncture you can also needle or stimulate the specific point, then read the poem and let the image and feeling tone of the poem sink into your consciousness.
The Eight Extraordinary Channel Points 奇經 八 眿
Lu. 7 列 缺
A Sailfish, fastest swimmer in the sea, crests the blue ocean water.
Its silver-blue sail-fin reflects the bright sunlight.
It swims deliberately and fast, cutting through the glittering surface of the water.
Its sail-fin rises and falls to the melodious rhythm of the waves.
It swims with increasing speed, certainty and joy
towards a swirling current in the middle of the Ocean.
Here the waves are choppy. It is pulled down into a vortex of descending water
and it pops out near the bottom of the ocean.
It rests in the calm of the deep water, and watches.
Kid 6 照 海
The glistening Sea. A mountain range.
At the bottom of the Ocean - the white columns of a temple.
From this temple two white lines arc high into the sky.
Their two paths cross and uncross and cross and uncross until they pass out of sight.
Wherever they meet there is a light, a moon, a star.
S.I.3 後 谿
Sunlight blazing on snow and ice – melts the mountain’s mantle.
Streams trickle from the icy edge, form alpine pools of dancing light.
Elf-splash light-foot down crevasses, pools softly in mossy ponds of love.
And when you least expect it, from the lowering suddenness of a mountain storm,
down this stream steps the Lightning God; his avalanche gown, his rod of Fire;
… the virgin forests awaiting.
U.B. 62 申 眿
A bridge of light, the arc of the Sun.
The Glorious Light of the sword wielding, Sky-Horse riding One.
There is light flashing in the bluest sky
And all demons retreat
T.B. 5 外 關
Something is lifted out of my arms like the resurrection.
Now the gloves are coming off!
Oppose me?
I am armed.
My arms and hands are weapons
and on my lowered head are twelve-point antlers.
I will to die. Are you now Steadied?
Ready to shake hands?
Should I reach out my hand to help you?
I would be glad to.
G.B. 41 足 臨 泣
The Way again…
An old man looks down the path, leans on his staff,
thinks on fallen friends from long ago…died in the heat of battle.
He thinks on his buried wife….his life’s beloved.
Lives that were entwined
since that golden-boisterous summer
since that first daisy-chain was blushingly exchanged
since that first laughingly snatched kiss,
until that last look of mutual bliss…
His very reticence to weep – carves the river canyon deep.
Lined face, like weathered sandstone, still earth dignified,
makes testament to this Love magnified.
Completing his reflection
the sharp corner of his hooded eye now resumes a wide and Eagle-vision,
Wing on wing unfolds, lifts to horizon…
A Wind….. blows up across the plain.
This freedom…. words cannot explain.
…… the second circle of connection, the woven hoop, the Way again….
A old San bushman looks down upon the sure advancing enemy,
his craggy pinnacle surrounded, his arrows spent.
Their machetes fret for blood.
He leaps from the highest rock to his death…
and calls the ancestors with Joy…as he flies through the air
An old, old couple are slowing down the tribe.
The Grandmother spirit of their heaven whispers to them in the night:
“My Daughter and My Son …. come on home”.
Water is scarce in the rising desert summer.
Their children strong and supple, and their fleet-foot young,
must follow trails to greener, wetter lands.
In the morning they make a sweet bed of their goodbyes.
They keep no water.
P.6 內 關
Nei Guan - The inward calm
Though I have sinned, may my transgressions be forgiven
Though I have not shed that blood, that you have shed, for us.
That peace that passeth understanding - flows in your blood,
flows ever over that sacrificial alter
and where those drops fall, I must not falter.
She warned him of his fate three times
and thrice he would not listen
Sp. 4 公 孫
The Inner thread. The multitude.
Here the semen of the naked-Father
penetrates the
valley of the Mother
Out comes the son and daughter.
Carriers of Light
Eight paths unite
The silk worm can become a butterfly.
Ten threads of hair on his newborn head
is he a God? is he an Emperor? is he the first Man?
Here are some poems for other points
Lu. 2 Yun Men 雲 門
For Chang guo Lao 張 果 老 gleefully waving his phoenix feather
like a conductor’s baton
Souring high - a gateway in the clouds
On the other side of this gate
Shrouded in mist, is the afterlife.
Hanging from the rafters of heaven
- Flower pavilions
And clinging to the undersides of swinging flower baskets
- Screens of hanging mistletoe
And amidst the green leaves and the white berry-globes
- as Old Chang Guo commands it so
a scrum of a thousand bats of the purest white,
- arch wings and skim and skitter, hither and thither
to our cave-world below, from their world of tendrils and light
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