I was taking a stroll,
through distorted images,
when I noticed something irregular
at the boundaries of my vision.
A tree with no trunk
But the branches still there
And men hanging from the branches
Eyes still wide open
Staring at the missing trunk.
You have come to judge the tree?
-I heard.
-I am the judge of nothing
I replied, -but answer me this
-How can you hang men from branches,
when there is no trunk?�.
The reply
-All trunks are illusions, merely a trick.
If you seek foundation, you will not
find it here.
Men can be hanged only on branches.
The trunk is in the way.
Simply a source of confusion.
Ask the beasts for the truth.
I understood immediately
The lack of foundation
and the perverse truth.
For men are hanged
not by foundations
but by deviations,
that always serve
the eternally blind.
-You are expecting a judge?- I asked
The reply-There is no judge, only judges.
Fivos R Drymiotis