12- le pendu ✧
12 - the hanged man
Huile sur toile 50×65cm
after all this journey, we are tempted to fold our arms
we feel wisdom inside us, and could easily, hang, on one foot, to the tree of wisdom
we could wait believing enlightment will come
in a paradoxical state of passivity and receptivity
our temple seems to be solid, rooted
and as the hanged one, blinded by our confidence
this door could be the one of the sacrifice
all our efforts and lessons easily abandoned
or, hanging on the right foot
enlightment might comes
it depends
of your purpose
are you just waiting for this to come, irresponsible, claiming for your pride?
or are you hanging, willfully, knowing that all threats and confrontations, are the premises and promises of the greatness of lucidity?
12 - the hanged man
Huile sur toile 50×65cm
after all this journey, we are tempted to fold our arms
we feel wisdom inside us, and could easily, hang, on one foot, to the tree of wisdom
we could wait believing enlightment will come
in a paradoxical state of passivity and receptivity
our temple seems to be solid, rooted
and as the hanged one, blinded by our confidence
this door could be the one of the sacrifice
all our efforts and lessons easily abandoned
or, hanging on the right foot
enlightment might comes
it depends
of your purpose
are you just waiting for this to come, irresponsible, claiming for your pride?
or are you hanging, willfully, knowing that all threats and confrontations, are the premises and promises of the greatness of lucidity?
12 - the hanged man
Huile sur toile 50×65cm
after all this journey, we are tempted to fold our arms
we feel wisdom inside us, and could easily, hang, on one foot, to the tree of wisdom
we could wait believing enlightment will come
in a paradoxical state of passivity and receptivity
our temple seems to be solid, rooted
and as the hanged one, blinded by our confidence
this door could be the one of the sacrifice
all our efforts and lessons easily abandoned
or, hanging on the right foot
enlightment might comes
it depends
of your purpose
are you just waiting for this to come, irresponsible, claiming for your pride?
or are you hanging, willfully, knowing that all threats and confrontations, are the premises and promises of the greatness of lucidity?