For a context for these cryptic quotes please see the post ‘The Flower of Experience’…
Talk more with the trees, rocks, the wind…and talk less to yourself.
April 10, 2013 at 2:06 am
Perfect advice! I shall be doing that today at the forest.
April 11, 2013 at 1:12 pm
sharing a little poem….
When I Am Among the Trees
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come’into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
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