Life
To interpret the wondrous beauty of Life is going to be difficult, given that words are always limited.
Our poets and storytellers have given us glimpses of that Divine thing called Life.
Here’s another as seen through the presence of a tree.
Once, a child (I’m not sure whether it is a girl or a boy) with a very inquiring mind was sitting under a very old tree. The child knew that by sitting close to the tree the branches would hug and embrace. That is why trees have so many branches, they just love to hug.
“What is life?” the little child asked the Grand Old Master.
A gentle breeze rustled the branches making them sway gently, and every leaf was in choir of song in perfect harmony with each other. The answer was coming through the very being of the tree.
It was like a song from the Divine, it was a song without words, music, without sound, it was like breath just coming and going.
It sang like this
“My Beloved, life is always present when you are absent, you cannot live life because life is already living for you. Allowing life is the greatest respect you can give back to the One that gave it.”
Now many years later an old person (I’m not sure whether male or female) was sitting under a very old tree. That person knew that by sitting very close to the tree they would hear its song.
“What is Death?” inquired the old person of the tree.
There was a sudden symphony of sound as every leaf on every branch erupted in the most unimaginable sound. And in the stillness of that sound it sung this:
“Death is happening when Life is resting ….”
written by Ric
Our poets and storytellers have given us glimpses of that Divine thing called Life.
Here’s another as seen through the presence of a tree.
Once, a child (I’m not sure whether it is a girl or a boy) with a very inquiring mind was sitting under a very old tree. The child knew that by sitting close to the tree the branches would hug and embrace. That is why trees have so many branches, they just love to hug.
“What is life?” the little child asked the Grand Old Master.
A gentle breeze rustled the branches making them sway gently, and every leaf was in choir of song in perfect harmony with each other. The answer was coming through the very being of the tree.
It was like a song from the Divine, it was a song without words, music, without sound, it was like breath just coming and going.
It sang like this
“My Beloved, life is always present when you are absent, you cannot live life because life is already living for you. Allowing life is the greatest respect you can give back to the One that gave it.”
Now many years later an old person (I’m not sure whether male or female) was sitting under a very old tree. That person knew that by sitting very close to the tree they would hear its song.
“What is Death?” inquired the old person of the tree.
There was a sudden symphony of sound as every leaf on every branch erupted in the most unimaginable sound. And in the stillness of that sound it sung this:
“Death is happening when Life is resting ….”
written by Ric
