Tunnel of Trees This long straight avenue has its vanishing point at the far side of this square. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The vanishing point
Is like tomorrow.
It’s always somewhere else
Fading (Photo credit: petalouda62)
And never here.
It’s not the point at which you vanish,
No matter how hard you might wish
To run away.
You can’t make yourself dissolve
And cease to be.
You can gaze into the vanishing point.
You can walk towards it,
But you will never reach it.
Advancing on that point
Makes that point advance.
Give up this futile quest
And put it in perspective.
You imagine that others are able
To exit the picture,
Fade away
And disappear
Off the edge of the earth.
It looks like they can do it.
But they can’t.
They’ve only travelled on
To a different place.
The vanishing point is an illusion.
Breathing Space 