🌱The treeness of trees💚

Things. Things are falling into place. This journey. The ground.

The ground as I walk on it is materialising under my every footfall. It’s as if reality is coming to meet my feet.

First, there is frustration and irritation, those old timeworn habits.

As I walk or cycle out of the house, there they are – people! They drive too fast. They block my space, judge me, ignore me.

Now, without prompting, I understand how pointless and empty of meaning is my own irritation. So I observe my emotion, I watch it arrive towards me, and it actually walks ghost-like right through me and vanishes!

The feeling that remains is relief and levity!

Second, and just as unsettling, are the trees.

I have read that it is a simple, effective and loving discipline to observe trees as living and growing, moulded by time and the weather. I observe them just existing as trees in conformity to their own beautiful nature. Trees aren’t judgemental, nor do they invite judgement.

I have read that it is amazingly simple to transfer this wholesome way of seeing trees in their endless variety to the appreciation of other people.

When I observe people as possessors each of their own original innocence and dignity in the manner of trees, it is my whole relationship with the treeness of trees which receives an entirely unexpected boost!

What is taking place is a falling away of the veils that usually obscure the essential nature of everything.

With difficulty, I have to try to tear myself away from a huge Plane Tree standing in full leaf, in sunlight, unmoved by any breeze.

🌷~ ॐ ~ 🌷

The only thing it is not doing that I am doing is moving away now

I see the delicate green flags as naked messengers of the tree’s reasons for occupying its space in its time.

~shantih~

~shantih~

~shantih~