Who says this sword will not become a dragon?
Let it touch water — it leaps from the sleeve at once.
Someday it will fly ten thousand miles and more,
with graceful clouds attending its high flight.
This is the season of the un-drawn sword: what you carry has not yet met its river, and the oracle says so plainly. Nothing is wrong — the blade is simply still wood. Prepare well, shore it up with quiet good deeds, and the transformation arrives on schedule; the sign promises it develops.
Read the bond as plannable: the marriage of two futures is a thing to map together, not to wait on. The sword has not turned dragon yet — so this is exactly the hour for the two of you to draw the route: say the future out loud and bank the groundwork, item by item.
Seekable, not seizeable: this season’s wealth moves by cultivation. Mend the credit, deepen the craft, let small jobs build a name — the asking is done by tending, not by grabbing. Tend the blade to the water’s edge; the change itself takes one step.
Holds the title in view but not in hand: the position sits ahead at the water. Today’s assignment is preparation — and the quiet good that ripens a blade early. The edge you show on the day of the draw is filed on days like these.
Service your sword this week: pick the one craft you would sharpen even unpaid, put it on the calendar — and do one good deed nobody will know was yours.
