Like ancient sea creatures emerging from the sea,
Tree roots find their way up through the earth’s surface to drink light and air.
Some of them are straight and run along the terrain like
rational trains of thought streaming through our daily lives.
Others, twisted and tortured, capture the essence of moments of madness and irrationality, moments when rage and anger can no longer stay hidden beneath the surface.
Forked roots, stretching their tentacles into different directions, reach out to explore the possibilities surrounding them just as our thoughts seek embodiments of expression.
Some roots emerge briefly only to disappear again into the darkened depths like forgotten thoughts or scarcely remembered dreams upon awakening.
Broken roots, unable to support and nurture the tree anymore, reach the end of their usefulness like thoughts no longer anchored in reality; they wither into confusion and darkness.