A Transcendent Poem

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.

.

there

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.