Today's word is
Circumspect
In Pa Kua, one walks around in circles as part of a meditation that supposedly descended from Taoist monks.
A cautious circle wrapping around something, abstract or concrete, some source of hesitant curiosity is what feeds the circumspection. This is no feeling of a wall blocking the unknown with oneself at its base, staring up into its reaches. It feels like a mystery box, something I can step around, walk about, tower over, but still within it holds the unknown. Wariness and curiosity intermix walking around this box, and tugging at my mind’s edges is the hope that somehow it will reveal its secrets. Residing inside is the vast ocean of infinite possibilities, the unknown that nettles until it is swept away by the hand of certitude. It’d be easy to open it, but what of danger within? A firm distance must be kept, for inside there may be vipers crouched and spitting cobras preparing a salivary assault. It could also be something better. Each step is soft, each breath hushed, as I slowly make my way around, inspecting every angle, listening attentively for the slightest hint of what lies within. Given enough time, my steps would erode away the soil and encircle the enigma in a dry moat, but that would never satisfy the questioning fingers that have now gripped my mind. Oh damned spirits of inquiry, you force my hand so often and yet again. And so a tentative step is taken inward, questing hands reach out to reveal…
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