Listening to Trees
Today I road my Ninja on woodland backroads.
Up mountains so high, my ears were popping.
The experience was pure joy.
Ecstasy. Pure ecstasy.
In the next few weeks, I will try mounting a GoPro on my helmet.
I would love to share these sacred roads with you.
Thank you for reading my blog.
Prayer of the Woods
I am the heat of your hearth on the cold winter nights, the friendly shade screening you from the summer sun, and my fruits are refreshing draughts quenching your thirst as you journey on.
I am the beam that holds your house, the board of your table, the bed on which you lie, and the timber that builds your boat.
I am the handle of your hoe, the door of your homestead, the wood of your cradle, and the shell of your coffin.
I am the bread of kindness and the flower of beauty. ‘Ye who pass by, listen to my prayer: Harm me not.
~ Portuguese Poem
The Bodhi Tree
Wo-Lun possesses a special aptitude:
He can cut off all thoughts.
No situation can stir his mind.
The Bodhi tree grows daily in him.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray,
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose blossom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems were made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.
~ Joyce Kilmer
A Forrest in Poland
In The Time of Trees – Time Magazine
Listening to Trees
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.
~ Hermann Hesse
The world a blur to most Most see a tree as a tree
The day you actually see
When the world is not the same world
A tree is no longer a tree
A tree is something that bears fruit
A tree is something beautiful
Even in the harshest winds
A tree stands its ground
A tree with leaves of majestic green
No longer just a tree
But a tree that is a work of art
That is the day you see the world
That is the day the world comes into focus
That is the day you truly see the tree
~ Laura Green
(Above poem shared with me by my good friend – James Tang
James is a really good guy.
Such a good man.)