Tall buildings have always intimidated me, but I somehow feel comforted, by an even taller tree.
Persist. Even when you’re heavy with emotion, pick yourself up bringing the axe of your actions down, repeatedly chopping at the day until you bring the sun low with success.
Like branches in a tree, we all grow in different directions, yet our roots remain as one. Poem 'Forked Branches' 2010 Rise Up and Salute the Sun, pg. 108
It’s the roots, which are invisible, that make you so invincible.
Strong roots can make you stand or stumble depending on your relation to them.
Nothing living should ever be treated with contempt. Whatever it is that lives, a man, a tree, or a bird, should be touched gently, because the time is short. Civilization is another word for respect for life...
اندر سے ایک آواز اٹھتی ۔ بول تیرا جیون کس کام آیا ؟ وہ سوچ ہار جاتی، پر اس کا جواب ذہن میں نہ آتا۔ الجھے الجھے خیال الجھاتے۔ مجھے چمن سے اکھیڑا ۔ بیل بنا کر اک درخت کے گرد گھمایا اور اب اس درخت کو اکھیڑ پھینکا ۔ بیل مٹی میں مل گئی ۔ اب یہ کس کے گرد گھومے ؟ بول میراجیون کس کام آیا۔
In the vessel of your body, you yourself are the world tree, deep roots in the Earth and a crown of stars. Your essence bridges dimensions.
They cut the tree you talk to every day and the sad thing is you can't stop them from cutting many more.
Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.
You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.
At one point, I shook a tree full of fire ants on my head just to have some pain to distract me from my aching feet so that I could continue to walk.
The Law of Divine Compensation posits that this is a self-organizing and self-correcting universe: the embryo becomes a baby, the bud becomes a blossom, the acorn becomes an oak tree. Clearly, there is some invisible force that is moving every aspect of reality to its next best expression.
Every acorn on the ground is just as alive as the three-hundred-year-old oak tree that towers over it.
A potential person is not a person, any more than an acorn is an oak tree. I don't think women should have to give birth just because a sperm met an egg.
Schoolchildren and older people like the idea of planting trees. For children, it's interesting that an acorn will grow into an oak, and for older people it's a legacy. And the act of planting a tree is not that difficult.
My first real kiss came when I was 10, and it was in an acting class. I had to do a scene from a movie where someone gets kissed under a tree, and I did not want to do it! But my acting partner wanted me to feel comfortable, so he bought a picnic basket with all these snacks. He made such an effort - and it was cute.
Our bodies and minds evolved and were adapted for hundreds of thousands of years for tasks like climbing a tree and picking apples, or hunting rabbits, or looking for mushrooms in the forest. They were not adapted to the very gruelling work that is involved in field work - ploughing, harvesting, bringing water, digging weeds - things like that.
The trunk of a tree is like a community where only one generation at a time is engaged in active business, the great mass of the population being retired and adding solidity and permanence to the social organism.
There are blessings in being close to the soil, in raising your own food even if it is only a garden in your yard and a fruit tree or two. Those families will be fortunate who, in the last days, have an adequate supply of food because of their foresight and ability to produce their own.
