Trees

Trees are sanctuaries. 
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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.
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A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. 
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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.
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A tree says: My strength is trust. 
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I know nothing about my fathers, 
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I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. 
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I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. 
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I trust that God is in me. 
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I trust that my labor is holy. 

Out of this trust I live.
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When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: 
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Be still! Be still! 
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Look at me! 
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Life is not easy, life is not difficult. 
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Those are childish thoughts. 
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Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. 
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You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. 
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But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. 
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Home is neither here nor there. 
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Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

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So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: 
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Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. 
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They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. 
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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. 
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Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. 
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He wants to be nothing except what he is. 
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That is home. 
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That is happiness.