The Hanged Man

Another poem from Inner Journeys: Explorations of the Soul … this one from the Epilogue. It’s called the Hanged Man. Above me a point Below me its reflection in matter The sun and the moon to either side I am the centre of a circle Hanging in space Here there is no motion All is timeless and harmony The centre of a circle but wait I am slowly rotating Hanging in space I have become one With the all that is and is not At the centre of the circle of life Soon I will be upside down Hanging in space As the Hanged Man I gain new perspective The above is now my below And the below my above Hanging in space

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