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A Pass Through Mountains

 

“Every mountain top is within reach if you just keep climbing.”
― Barry Finlay

 

Mountains know and Trees believe
Mountains have certainty and trees ambition
Both are of earth but where trees have air and water,
Mountains have fire
Mountains stand tall but resist change
yet fall prey to erosion
Trees bend with the wind yet are
much more vulnerable
The River is the carefree agent of change
It cares not for knowledge, belief or ambition
Its only interest is in the stories it collects
along his carefree path

 

Blessings, G

 

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The Consciousness of SpaceThe Consciousness of Space by G A Rosenberg

 

RingedRinged by G A Rosenberg

 

Tree Wisdom

 

“It is stated that when a tree has passed a hundred years of age, a divine spirit will come dwell inside it, and show its appearance.”
— Toriyama Sekien

 

Spirit of the tree
Share your wisdom
give me shade
show me how to grow strong
using what nature gives me.
Spread your roots
and encompass beauty
Give a home supportive of life that you encounter
Forest spirit
teach me how to withstand storms
that seek to break me
and to bend with the winds of change
Help me learn to reach the sky
while aiming ever higher.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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She Touches the EarthShe Touches the Earth by G A Rosenberg

 

Closing InClosing In by G A Rosenberg

 

The Life of Trees

 

“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”
William Blake

 

strange when you look at trees and meditate beneath them, they take on a life of their own.
It’s difficult to see two with their roots wrapped around each other without imagining them uniting sexually
In a state of eternal bliss.

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tho it is in the glow of the sun set that I get the most enjoyment. As the light fades to be replaced by the different life of the nighttime

 

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Blessings,G

Learning From Trees

“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

 

When I was a boy I was lucky enough to have a few special relationships with trees. There was an oak in my next door’s neighbours yard that I would sit beneath whenever I had something deep or painful  on my mind or when I wanted a bit of quiet. The neighbours who were somewhat elderly (maybe about 15 years older than I am now) and if they noticed a thin young kid with his face buried in a book leaning against their tree than they did not object.
The old Oak showed me the changing of the seasons. It invited me to climb and perhaps helped me overcome my fear of heights a bit. It was always there. Friendships came and went and returned and the tree was always there. My parents got separated and divorced but the tree was there. My older sister became a teenager and had less time to hang out but the tree was there. I even shared her diary with the old oak that I borrowed to read one day. I learned Change and constancy from the tree. I learned how to stay grounded and how to appreciate quiet and a small breeze.
Blessings, G

 

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DreamScape with Spirit GuidesDreamscape with Spirit Guides by G A Rosenberg

 

Temple AbstractTemple Abstract by G A Rosenberg