your body and you will always know. 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. Sep 26, 2016 madhur wrote: I have started hosting a small circle for residents of the apartment complex, where I stay. It is our deep trust in the goodness of this tree that upholds us and helps us to rebound. Returning to the Source is stillness, which is the way of nature. Hesse himself, full of old volumes, (for these are the ones i covet most). Thus any calamity cannot impact them easily. Crittenden wrote: I trust. Posted by, cobalt to, media Arts (6 answers total) 6 users marked this as a favorite.
Hermann hesse essay on trees
While browsing contentedly in the RPI library I found an old copy of it, to my delight. A big learning for humans. I trust that my labor is holy. Our sort of thing, yes? 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 fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.