to escape the barriers of language
we plant trees
in the remote pots of our minds.
we ponder — what else
can we invent in order to transcend?
a vehicle transporting the mind to the woods
when trees inside the mind are not enough
or a store where you can buy yourself a fruit
from the Tree of Equanimity.
you draw a line.
because if nobody draws it
there will be nothing to transcend
in the future.
— — — — —
and, in the end
the hope for the future might be the only reason why we decide to exist
over, and over
and over again.