The oaks and the
pines, and their brethren of the wood, have seen so many suns rise and set, so
many seasons come and go, and so many generations pass into silence, that we
may well wonder what "the story of the trees" would be to us if they
had tongues to tell it, or we ears fine enough to understand. How many years, how many travelers, storms, cold, heat, walkers, bikers, runners, on and on
Time is already time. It is manifested in the eternal, the consciousness of nature which is timeless and therefore does not evolve. In the Sermon on the Mount Jesus says,"Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth." Who are the meek? Those that are awakened to their essential nature, and recognize that essence in all "others" and all life forms. The image, of this unusual tree for example, is inseparable from the human consciousness that perceives and interacts with it. It is like interacting with the Divine source from which everything comes. In this way endowing the seemingly simple with profound meaning. The purpose for our existence may be to do and see the sacred manner in all that is, as in each human being, and every part of nature which is an integral part of the collective human consciousness
"The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity...and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of man with imagination, nature is imagination itself."
William Blake
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