Ahhh! why am i bound to this tree?
what are the ties that bind my hands
how long must i endure
will my strength hold, for how long?
what do i learn from this?
am i the heretic, cords of heresy bind my hands,
oh courage,stay with me, that i may find the way
so much have i sacrificed, often i wonder
what for, and why?
i have plunged into the darkness
is it a test of the endurance
of the hanged man?
when i cross your path
take a close look at me-
feel the peace that i project.
down the turbulent road you travel,
weary of mind and body, on and on you go
but the time has come to find a spot,
find respite from these cares.
my friend, find a tree with shades of green,
feel the warmth of the sun,
let your body and spirit
savor the freshness of the air,
find solace in the arms of the earth,
rest, you weary traveller
know that some things are meant to be
there is a deep well within you,
calling to you, for therein,
are jewels of insights,light, and courage
when you can not find the answers outside,
you need to go inwards and confront the battles,
raging within your spirit.
there is a middle way to find answers,
at times your journey teases you
and lets you take a wrong turn
then leads you back on your path.
find your higher self, your spiritual truth
i am the HANGED MAN..
rest and wait with me for what
is meant for you.
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