Story of the Hanged Man
There came a day when he did not know what more to say.
All he wanted to say had by then been said.
The Mundane, the Mediocre were screaming in his head.
Instinctively he knew that this could not be all there is to the world of which he was part
... in fact he had known this right from the start.
He needed to find a peace of mind he needed to see to which he was blind.
Not far had he walked when he needed to rest he chose a spot which he loved best.
It was under a tree where he stopped and sat in her shade with turf as mat.
Nine days he sat at her base, moving only to lift his face. He did not eat at all this time
waiting, waiting for the sublime.
On the ninth day driven by naught, he stood not understanding what he sought.
Reaching up he grabbed a branch, climbed that tree as if in a trance.
He climbed up high as high as he could, and then hung by his feet like no-one should.
Unexpected the world as he knew it had a new directive
simply brought about by a different perspective.
Calmness came to his mind also the understanding he knew that he would find.
Eventually he had to climb down to ground never too lose what he had found.
Now suspended between this world and that he can be seen wearing the Hatters hat.
There came a day when he did not know what more to say.
All he wanted to say had by then been said.
The Mundane, the Mediocre were screaming in his head.
Instinctively he knew that this could not be all there is to the world of which he was part
... in fact he had known this right from the start.
He needed to find a peace of mind he needed to see to which he was blind.
Not far had he walked when he needed to rest he chose a spot which he loved best.
It was under a tree where he stopped and sat in her shade with turf as mat.
Nine days he sat at her base, moving only to lift his face. He did not eat at all this time
waiting, waiting for the sublime.
On the ninth day driven by naught, he stood not understanding what he sought.
Reaching up he grabbed a branch, climbed that tree as if in a trance.
He climbed up high as high as he could, and then hung by his feet like no-one should.
Unexpected the world as he knew it had a new directive
simply brought about by a different perspective.
Calmness came to his mind also the understanding he knew that he would find.
Eventually he had to climb down to ground never too lose what he had found.
Now suspended between this world and that he can be seen wearing the Hatters hat.
- The Hatter October 2010
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