Some Tree Love and Wisdom

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow. 

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life. 

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail. 

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live. 

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all. 

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother. 

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.” 

— Hermann Hesse


Thank you mo'ghra for sharing this with me! I only thought it proper to spread it around a little more....xx :) 


Namaste 



~Photos of some lovely trees in my backyard as well as a nature excursion with my grandma and little cousin, Lilly.

Green Lake, WI

The yard- garden and orchard.

Wet and dark after the rain. 

Yama and Lilly looking for asparagus and identifying plants and flowers up at the farm. 

-Environmental Education through Art-

Stopping to look and listen. 

Lil pickin' daisies.

Like Avocados and Little Messages....Good Things Do Fall From The Sky....

Copied and pasted from Facebook none the less, how could I not share this? 

Namaste <3

Selena Martin May 1 at 10:19pm Report

Hello my darling,


My friend wrote a wonderful song with one line in it being 'He said, make of yourself a light, make this wonderful world more bright.' The first part is something Buddha said and it brought me to find this little piece of wisdom, the wisdom wanted to be shared with u so here it is for you:


Make of yourself a light. Rely upon yourself. Do not depend on anyone else. Make your enlightenment the path.


Do not indulge in strong desires. Pain and its delight are almost one and the same. Consider the transiency of strong desires.


When you rely on yourself, you do in fact become the light. Others can see that you are in command of yourself.


Being in command of yourself is the key.


Being in command means that you strive to be tranquil. Tranquility is the first step to happiness, and when you are happy, your light shines on your whole being.


There strive to be happy. This is done with relying on yourself, gaining a measure of self control of your thoughts, and then gaining tranquility from that self control.


That is how you make of yourself a light.

<3