From the author: The I Ching (Book of Changes) is an ancient Eastern oracle that reveals the future in hexagrams of six solid or broken lines. But sometimes the future is a terrible thing. (This story was first published in Japan 20 years ago.)
______ ______ It was a quiet morning in the Year of the Rooster.
__________________ The old fortune teller Hiromi Shoju
______ ______ sat still in the doorway of his house.
__________________ The sun wasn't up yet,
__________________ but dew gleamed faintly on the grass.
__________________ Venus and a sprinkling of lesser stars still burned.
Soon the sun would come and they, like the dew, would vanish. The stars above my head, the dew beneath my feet, thought Hiromi, it is all one thing. He faced the east, awaiting the moment when the sun would rise and spill fresh golden light over Hiroshima.
A cold breeze blew in from the ocean. Hiromi tucked his knees under his chin. Shivering, he clutched his bundle of yarrow stalks. At dawn he would use them to consult the Oracle, according to the ancient Chinese method. He held them tight and remembered the Sage's words:
"The nature of the yarrow stalks is round and spiritual. The nature of the hexagrams is square and wise."
______ ______ With the rising sun a red-orange tide
______ ______ swept slowly across the grass, turning
______ ______ dew into rubies. Hiromi recalled something
__________________ else the Master wrote:
__________________ "The small departs.
__________________ The great approaches."
A bird fluttered downfrom a nearby tree, took three quick steps toward Hiromi's house, cocked its head, and scrutinized the grass for worms. The grass was still, the bird was still, and Hiromi Shoju sat very still. He felt as if the universe itself ceased to struggle for just this moment; heaven and earth in balance.
The bird plunged its beak into the dirt and snatched out a long, glistening worm. It flew back to its tree. Hiromi sighed and gently placed fifty yarrow stalks on the silk cloth spread beside him. It was time to consult the oracle. He endeavored to clear his mind and open himself to the moment.
His old hands lightly touched the stalks, then pulled them apart in two piles. He deftly manipulated and counted them according to the ancient method. Their hidden Number was Seven. Seven means the Young Yang. The first line of Hiromi's hexagram had been revealed to him. He had five more to go.
______ ______ Seen from Hiroshima,
______ ______ the Enola Gay was a shiny particle
______ ______ floating through the blue morning sky.
______ ______ No alarms sounded.
__________________ Sitting outside his house,
__________________ Hiromi Shoju consulted the Oracle.
Eighteen times the yarrow stalks joined and separated, coming together and moving apart like slender dancers. One by one, the six lines of his hexagram revealed themselves. Two yang, two yin, then two more yang -- it was the hexagram of Inner Truth. Hiromi held his breath. He was an old man, and not easily surprised. But for him this was one of the rarest hexagrams in the Book of Changes. Hiromi had received it only once before, the day his eldest daughter was born.
This time he felt a chill of dread. Inner Truth. Something new was about to enter the world, and this time it wasn't a baby girl. Why this strange fear? Hiromi picked up the yarrow stalks to query the Oracle again, when he heard the faint muttering of airplane engines.
__________________ He looked up and saw the enemy plane
______ ______ move across the sky. It was already turning
__________________ around, heading back out to sea.
__________________ Our anti-aircraft guns must have chased it
______ ______ away, he thought. Everything was still again.
__________________ The departing airplane was the only sound.
Hiromi felt a sudden urge to hold on to that moment, to stretch it out. But he was too tired to make a mighty effort. He remembered what Master Confucius said: "Clinging means resting on something. Sun and moon cling to heaven. Grain, plants, and trees cling to the soil." What do I cling to? he wondered.
Then burning, blinding fire engulfed everything. It was as if the Earth crashed into the sun. Hiromi was flung to the ground. The grass was burning. His house was burning.
__________________ Roaring like a thousand angry tigers,
__________________ fire exploded through the city, crushing
______ ______ buildings, shattering windows, snapping trees.
__________________ It grabbed Hiromi Shoju, hurled him up
__________________ to the screaming sky,
______ ______ and flung him down upon the hot street.
He couldn’t move. Then Hiromi felt a swarm of insects pricking and stinging him.
Abruptly, the torture stopped. Hiromi tried to sit up. All around him the street was littered with bits of glass and metal. Those were the "insects" he had felt. His arms and legs were bleeding from hundreds of small cuts. Absurdly, bitterly, he remembered:
"Winds follow one upon the other. Thus the superior man carries out his undertakings and spreads his commands abroad."
______ ______ Thunder upon thunder. The wind blew harder.
______ ______ The ground shook. Then it staggered around a
__________________ corner, like some huge drunken animal, down at
______ ______ the end of the street, a black cyclone.
______ ______ Hiromi watched as the palsied tornado
__________________ twisted and danced.
As if it really was an animal, as if it had seen Hiromi or caught his scent, it lurched toward him.
Hiromi wanted to crawl away, out of the path of the wicked wind spirit. But when he tried, his body was wracked with pain. How stupid I am, he realized wearily. I must have broken every brittle bone in my body when I landed here. He looked back at the tornado. As it staggered down the street it picked up bits of wreckage and glass. Hiromi saw that there were bodies in its belly.
In the darkening street the wind giant stalked Hiromi Shoju, with its face of dizzying madness (but heart still with destruction). The corpses of its previous victims wheeled around on a thundering carousel, stalking closer.
______ ______ The wind giant spun faster and faster,
__________________ drawing near, shouting and roaring, filled
______ ______ with supernatural anger. Faster and faster,
______ ______ screaming, enraged, too fast. It trembled,
__________________ then blew apart, spewing debris and people
______ ______ in every direction.
A small body arced through the air toward Hiromi, and smacked down on the pavement beside him. He didn't want to look at it, but he did anyway. It had been a little girl once. A last roar of the wind giant echoed down the street.
It was growing dark. Black rain began to fall. It grew to a torrent, harder and fiercer. Like a judgment from the old, forgotten gods, thought Hiromi. He lay in the wet street, feeling very tired. The dead girl lay beside him in the rain. It was darker than night now. He closed his eyes. He was sinking into the abyss.
"Like the falling water, a sincere man reaches his goal."
__________________ Hiromi grew weak. The sound of the
__________________ rain seemed fainter, but he could still feel
______ ______ it against his aching body. He was drifting
______ ______ in a pool of water. Cool water. Sinking.
__________________ Then the rain stopped and the sun came out.
__________________ He opened his eyes.
He was sitting in the rushes beside a lake, at the foot of a snow-topped mountain. A breeze blew over the water, gently stirring the lilies. A crane was calling in the shade. Hiromi smiled. This was his inner truth. He had visited this place many times before. How could he forget?
The call of the mother crane came again, pregnant with sorrow. Above the willows hung a pale daylight moon, nearly full. Hiromi stood up. He knew he would climb the ancient mountain one more time. Yellow grasshoppers jumped through the rushes. Goldfish wandered sadly beneath the lilies. Hiromi heard his name in the lapping water. Light rippling into shadow. A crane calling in the shade. Come home, children. Time to end your playing. Come back home. Come home, come home.
"Now he beats the drum, now he stops, now he sobs, now he sings."
This story originally appeared in Plaza Magazine.