I am the hanged man,
hanging upside down from one leg.
You'd think I'd be uncomfortable;
I'm relaxed with sunshine in my head.
I'm hanging from the motherly depths.
From here I see fluidic life best.
The cosmic principle of limitation
evolves all form;
it's the mother substance evolving me and all.
I am that hanged man;
You may think that I'm a fool,
but I see beyond the surface.
I'm held by the divine law.
I'm hanging from the motherly depths,
surrendered to her intelligence,
in awe of cosmic law and beauty.
The world is a mirror of the fluid mind-stuff
that is
in every eye, in every tree, every condition,
and in all adversity.
Nothing is as solid as it seems.
We have this gift of self-regulation
to think, feel, and act in harmony
with our fantastic power of attention,
choosing our own illumination
to reverse adversity.
Help me to walk in the ways of justice and the just.
Help me to refuse to think or act unless we're kind.
Help me to throw out old conditions
to create the life we truly wish:
our highest ideal.
To create what we wish,
our highest ideal.
In every eye, in every tree, every condition,
and in all adversity.
The water carves the surface,
so my head is looking underground.
And now I see the roots;
I see the origin & I see the truth.
Beneath the surface shiny things,
we choose to walk in a special way
where the beauty of our spirit
is mirrored back to us.
The mother evolving me and all,
The mother evolving me and all,
The mother evolving me and all.
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