Trees

Apr 01, 2016

I love you, dear trees,
Your whisper in the breeze,
Fills my heart with wonder,
And sets my mind at peace.

Krishna Bhagavan, in the Gita, tells Arjuna, his lain, disciple and great archer, that He is the origin of all, He is the Ashvattha tree among trees. The roots of the Ashvattha lie up in the sky and its leafy branches spread downwords on earth. Therefore we must love and worship trees for they give us oxygen and help us sustain our lives. They are our never failing friends. They whisper to us : “Serve others; never expect any rewards for your service. Be humble. It is the meek, humble that shall inherit the earth.”

Krishna Bhagavan also says, “Of the months, I am Margashirsha and of seasons, the flower season-the spring. I am the sweet fragrance in earth.”

I would like to quote a dialogue between Sri Shankeracharya and a typical, proud but dry grammarian. There’s a dry tree in front of them. The proud grammarian at once describes it as :
 “A dry tree stands before me.”

Then Shankaracharya, the poet-philosopher, shows his love and respect for Nature saying, “This tree, the best among the trees, whose sap has dried up, is shining in glee
before me.”

Nature is our loving mother. As her children, it is our pious duty to love her, respect her and keep her green and beautiful. To be with mother Nature is to be with godliness. To be with trees and plants is beautiful because they go on growing high up in the sky. They become an impetus and inspiration and the whole energy in flowing upwards with the growth.

Machines reduce man to a dead machine.

Man has to grow and soar higher to his divine root which is high up in the sky. If we are alert then trees, plants and all vegetation with wet smell and the joy of the chirping birds and the shining sun become a milieu for spiritual growth.

The trees grow up and hold their heads up and worship their father, the sun, who floods them with light and warmth and sustains them. Birds build their nests in trees and live there with their young ones. They give us shade in the hot sun.

The progress of trees is vertical. Man’s progress is within-inner-from the grossest to the subltest. His journey is inward form the world of objects outside. Man wants to retire to his inner, blissful abode-His Pure Soul...

Green forests full of trees are our friend.  We must not cut trees for our selfish ends. When we cut a tree, the heart of Mother Earth is cleft into twain; it bleeds... But cruel man cut them cruelly... We must plant trees on earth and keep her greener. We must plant more trees than we cut and make mother Earth greener, richer and more beautiful.

Holistic Scientist says, “If we want to costruct a road which requires even a single tree to be cut as it comes in the way, we would not cut, nor even disturb the tree but the road will have to change its course. The trees are the dear, green children of mother Earth.”

The earth is our home... All nations live and flourish on the lap of mother Earth. We are her children. Though living in distant lands and speaking different tongues and following different religions and cut into different races and castes and colours we are a global family. We must love one another or we’ll perish...

Now let us learn more about trees from Hermann Hesse to whom lonely trees are like solitary men like Beethoven and Nietzoche and their roots rest in infinity. Doesn’t this remind of Sri Krishna Bhagavan’s Ashvattha whose roots are up in the sky ?

Holistic Scientist makes us aware and alert of our Puresoul saying, “You aren’t Chandulal.” We are victims of our ignorant involvement in our mortal instruments like body, mind and speech and our false belief that we are doers and enjoyers...

“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 farm boy 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, Baume. Betrachtungen and Gedichte

People and trees are intimately connected through the ages. Trees speak to the Soul of human beings.

We consider trees as sacred in our ancient eastern tradition. We worship banyan and pippal trees and tulsiplants.

Trees have captured the human imagination since the beginning of time. Though deeply rooted in the Earth, they sway with the wind and enjoy the whisper of a breeze in their leaves... The sight of ants marching is a straight line up or down is a wonder of nature.

Pure hearted people can feel a trees vibrational energy. When placing their hand upon its bark. With their deep roots, trees carry significant grounding energy. We naturally feel peace and serenity when walking in the shade of trees or on a forest trail.

Trees help us every day

Trees remove so much pollution from the air and save our lives. People living near trees enjoy better health.

Watching their cycle of growth, shedding of leaves and flowering in the spring, people have long perceived trees as powerful symbols of life, death and renewal. Since beginning of time, humans have had a sense that trees are sentient being just like us, that they can feel pain, that they bleed when they are hurt. Trees even look like us. People have a trunk, trees have arms. And so we innately feel deep connection to them.

The Universal Tree of Life : Both  Ancient and Modern.

The concept of a Tree of Life often symbolizing the connections between all life forms, is found in many eastern religions and philosophies. The Gita says, “We have our roots high up and branches downwards in the world.”

According to modern science, the tree has become the  quint-essential symbol of biological evolution, as its ever-branching image poignantly depicts the unmistakable inter connections between all living species on the earth.

The Tree Leaf and Eternal Life

Consider this beautiful commentary from  Thich Nhat Hanh reflecting on a tree leaf :

“I asked the leaf whether it was frightened because it was autumn and the other leaves were falling. The leaf told me, “No. During the whole spring and summer I was completely alive. I worked hard to help nourish the tree and now much of me is in the tree. I am not limited by this form. I am also the whole tree and when I go back to soil, I will continue to nourish the tree. So I don’t worry at all. As I leave this branch and float to the ground, I will wave to the tree and tell her, “I will see you again very soon.”

...That day there was a wind blowing and after a while, I saw the leaf leave the branch and float down to the soil, dancing joyfully, because as it floated it saw itself already there in the tree. It was so happy. I bowed my head, knowing that I have a lot to learn from the leaf because it is not afraid–it knew nothing  can be born and nothing can die.”

The Wisdom of Trees, Way of Nature
(Creative Nature)

“Trees are sanctuaries. Who ever knows how to speak to them 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. Every path leads homeward.”-Hermann Hesse

Holistic view of the world.
We are the leaves of one tree,
We are the waves of one sea.