Spellbound

Under a spell

in a trance

fooled by a mirage

hypnotized by symbols 

on pieces of paper.

The fruit of the Tree of Knowledge

(we ate the fruit which turned to shit in

which sprouted the stick that’s up our ass.)

words,

symbols,

caused us to be banished from Paradise,

which humanity has failed to find again

in any of its books or experiments.

That’s why Buddhists sit in meditation.

It’s the only way back to the Garden.