A kernel is hidden in you

"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 […] 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. […] 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

 

 

 

there is a secret untold 

in the life of a tree

of how you, too, grow slowly

from within the soiled ground:

an egg inside the mother

whose elements give life

to the planted seed

 

water as the blood 

light as love

and air as food

for thought, as if

 

it is possible

to spread up and out

with leaf feathers

and wooden wings

to fly in place

and be both

underneath and above

within and without

the ability to word the world

in which roots stretch 

deeper yet

never needing another

tree to tell the truth

of who you are

beneath the bark

and what you'll see

from the sky

and how you hold

yourself, growing

on your own

in the glowing heat

until you know

 

you are earth

water, air

fire

ablaze in a dense forest

covered with fog

Reviews

[lee von cleef]

you painted a tree,and I have a strong reverence for trees. Courtney would of loved your tree.(Soul) pictured with Hatchiko, her loyal dog.