XII – Hanged One

We suspended the body
Asked the snake to take the reigns
Tied the Kundalini to the feet
Took to the posture of hanging in space

Surrendered - we died, a voluntary pulse
The kind that dissolves us, into primal processes

The moon spoke with a tune to awaken the ritual
The lungs began to empty, crafting space

Allowing control to fade fade fade.
Another form of discovery, perspective shift

The light, the light entered the brain
The heart, the heart started to talk,

Shhhhhhhhhh…. Listen, we hear
A deeper inhale…
            —Initiation is a sacred task

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