Trees are Sanctuaries

Image of the Week
Image of the Week

Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farm boy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. 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.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. 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.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

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

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

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. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. 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. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.

Seed Questions for Reflection

How do you relate to the author's notion that trees are wiser than we are as long as we do not listen to them? Can you share a personal story of a time when you felt the sacredness of a tree? What has helped you listen to trees?

Moved by this reading? Join a live Awakin Circle to discuss in community.
Join this week
More ways to connect

Add Your Reflection

24 Past Reflections
CG
Carole Green
Jul 2, 2023
Could we have this in English, please?
LA
Laura Jul 3, 2023
There's a little drop down menu at the top from which you can select English. :)
RU
Jul 2, 2023
Each day, especially during recovery, I walk the parks that are protected by mindful neighbors to focus toward listening for new callings where other trees manifest glory. Each delight reminds me to lift uo my heart for recovery!
RI
Jul 2, 2023
When I was young and fleeing an uncomfortable home I would seek sanctuary in the woods where the trees deep rooted calm would fill me with peace. Now as an elder I am privileged and grateful to be able to live and walk among them -receiving their peace and daily joyful offerings.
MM
mary Murray
Aug 10, 2020
There are two beautiful tall spreading beech trees in our garden. They inspire awe in me with their spreading branches and their loftiness. Their sturdy trunks speak to me of strength and stability. Oft they are laden with beech nuts which carpet the grass with brown bumps. The nuts speak of fertility and profligacy. They give readily of their fruits. When the wind comes as it does frequently their long branches sway and dance quite ominously.At times I want to reduce their immense size, to feel in control but they are God's work of art and God is their master. They reduce me to my humble size!.
DP
Donna Perkins
Aug 27, 2019
Whenever I touch a tree or sit with my back propped against a tree's trunk, I am one with it and all
nature...I feel the strength of the deep" rootedness" into Mother Earth, all the way up to the free and joyful waving
of the tip top branches, reaching for more of heaven's sunlight...It is me! I am home! I am
the tree in all its glory...
KE
KevinVario
Jul 23, 2019
Everybody like to get great information. This blog supplies good contents as the reader's need.
SE
sergio
Aug 25, 2017

 it´s very sad watch to disappear the hood and jungle all over the world ....

PW
Phyllis Wagner
Apr 2, 2017

 I too have long loved trees; I must go home where the trees stand tall and offer so much peace. They are the true survivors of the earth because they are home: peaceful, enduring, strong, patient, and my refuge when I wonder too far from my inner soul. Trees live to serve this earth, unlike many humans who live to take. Ironically, with death, humans will give back to trees and perhaps a tree will again be home for my lost soul.

MA
Sep 26, 2016
 I have started hosting a small circle for residents of the apartment complex, where I stay. It has been a slow start.... Last Thursday morning, on the day of Awakin, I found fresh flowers in the middle of my path--twice, while walking. I brought them home and kept in a pot. These seemed like a gift from the universe and made me smile :) Later, we had our most beautiful Awakin so far. There were 3 people in the circle but the discussion went deep. Below are few thoughts from the circle of sharing: We have so much to learn from plants: Acceptance and Gratefulness -Trees are always in one place, they cannot go anywhere. They cannot have their way but need to accept whatever is given. However, they seem so calm and cheerful with their colors.  In their shade we find peace. Human beings are becoming greedy and egoistic, in today’s world and these are causing so much pain and sadness. This is such an essential lesson to be on a noble, humane path. Dedicated contribution wit... View full comment
NK
neeraj k modi
Sep 26, 2016

I have experienced several times while strolling in the morning the feelings of talking with trees and plants. But i don't have as strong expression power to elucidate the feeling as Hermann Hesse has in his writings.His writings makes the matter live and enjoyable to reader.   

JP
Sep 21, 2016
 Life is a tree. rooted in the all embracing, loving,and nurturing soil. The tree of life grows and faces all kinds of weather, losing leaves and re-growing again, going thought the cycle of birthing, growing , withering and re-birthing. This tree of life is eternal. When we get disconnected from it, we go through suffering. When we silently listen to the tree, we get re-juvinated and joyful. It is our deep trust in the goodness of this tree that upholds us and helps us to rebound. This is my tree of life. As a human being, I have gone through ups and downs and have fallen flat. I have suffered. When I become  still and accept and process my suffering compassionately, I regain my energy and internal strength. I fall and I rise.I have that unshakable faith in the innate goodness and kindness and forgiveness of the eternal tree within me, I rise with gratitude and start walking on the path of my life. I  feel at home in the caring and loving hands of my home where I can b... View full comment
ED
Edwina
Sep 21, 2016

I regularly visit a sacred place in the suburbs of Manila.  It's land is sloping and I discovered that the higher slopes have beautiful trees.  One of the trees that inhabit the place is called the "Tibig" tree.  The Tibig tree is an indicator that there is a water source (in Tagalog,water is "tubig"; there is a play of words here)  underneath its roots.  I love these trees because of how it "speaks" to me.  It does not only give off oxygen, and tells something about the water source, but somehow it tells of its love for life and its meaning and purpose.  My spirit feels a certain oneness with trees.  I feel I am accompanied by a spiritual friend.  Trees are sacred, they give us Life! 

KP
Sep 21, 2016

 Beautiful and necessary reminder in the power in nature. I adore trees and listen and simply watch as they sway in wind, bending not breaking; we can do the same: just be. We dont have to try so hard.

MP
Sep 20, 2016

 This is a beautiful piece and very timely as I traveling to the Equadorian Cloud Forest on Thursday. I have always felt an affinity with trees, I love hugging them, I love leaning against them and meditating. I enjoy thinking about the concept of time when I engage with trees, I wonder what a tree would say if you asked it what time it was. Tomorrow is the UN World Peace Day and as part of my celebration I am planting 2 Olive Trees with the children I work with at our NGO www.mundolibre.org.pe I hope you all can share a moment tomorrow to celebrate this day.

PR
Sep 20, 2016

The moment I look at a tree, I am invariably reminded of "a way of being". 
Trees are the best examples of "to be" or "just be" in contrast to "to do" or "be this or that".

BK
Sep 20, 2016

 I was so touched to reread Hermann Hesses observations and reflections. I read them as a youngster. I have been in love with trees since my young years and have played around and with them. Support them when they do grow on a difficult place and go to visit them when the wheather is rough on them. But also for wisom and to be reminded over and over again by their holding and allowing me to come home under their roof of leaves where I feel safe. 
Thank you so much for this sharing! I will remind my tree friends that some are in touch with them. Bless you!

KR
Kristof Sep 20, 2016

 Barbara you made me so happy,as long you are there there is hope for humanity.Thank You

AM
Amy Sep 25, 2016

   Trees are my friend, too!  My favorite book as a child ... "The Giving Tree".  Their worth, right up there!  Amen

NI
Nina
Sep 20, 2016

 this was a wonderful morning  expression about trees - most beloved trees.
I have a very large tree outside my bedroom window that I wake up to every morning that gives me comfort  ....
No matter where I am i find myself most attracted to the wonder, beauty ,  strength and magnificence of trees. 

I think i have been trying to learn how to listen to trees my whole life thus I learn how to listen to myself ... 



DD
Sep 18, 2016

Trees are wiser than we are in that they are what they are, without wavering or thinking about it.  We are to be like trees, that is, not listen to others and not be distracted by anything but listen to ourselves and become all that we are.  I've become deeply aware of the sacredness of all of nature, and that includes trees.  Trees seem to be better at becoming what they are than we humans are at becoming what we are.  Trees seem to not worry or complain or try.  They are in the present, they unselfconsciously respond to what's happening, they become.  I don't listen to trees nearly as often or as attentively as I could and as would be good for me.  Hesse's essay and this reflection remind me to listen to trees and all of nature more closely. 

KS
Sep 16, 2016
 Light, Life and Perception Your Eyes are open, your Life listens and your Light shines on us all.
 
KS
Sep 16, 2016

 I TRUST...

SH
Shagun
Sep 16, 2016
 Sometimes the world saddens me. I am bothered by its deep inequality, atleast on the surface, its wars, its suffering and exploitation, and by my own participation in it, because to merely act and live in this world, from things as simple as brewing a cup of tea in the morning, to things as complicated as making a living, is to participate in all its dark and light. It has made me question everything, including the benevolent nature of the universe and the existence of God. But then, there are trees. As good, as good can be. As benevolent and beneficial and kind as kind can be, as nurturing to self and others, as love is. Its very existence creates harmony in both its taking and its giving, because look, how easy it is to feel good and light in the giving of self, but life necessitates taking too, and if our taking and our receiving from the environment can be a nurturing and balancing act in itself, not because it is balanced by giving, but in itself, then what wondrous cr... View full comment