We translate cathedral into a temple.
Then we translate temple: a place (an institution?) of adoration of the supreme being.
We translate the supreme being: most often the creative principle, in some way or another; absolute and universal.
Immortal. The creator of itself. The beginning without the end.
And all of that in our palms, more ethereal than a blowball, more vulnerable than a dragonfly.
It doesn't take a lot – only to believe that we don't need it – and it will be gone.
Living being we translate into a plant
The plant we translate into a tree.
The tree we translate into the old oak tree.
Broader than a hug. Stronger then wind and a war winter. The beginning without the end.
And all of that in our palms, more ethereal than a blowball, more vulnerable than a dragonfly.
It doesn't take a lot – only to believe that we don't need it – and it will be gone.