the tree

I loved a tree.

I visited him everyday

during my forty days of prayer in the ashram

.

then suddently I found 

our friendship grew.

much master than the tree itself.

daily we dialogued.

with his profound silence he answered all my questions.

he was always simply there.

with his many-figured arms stretched out to the skies,

extending to me a warm welcome,

he simply stood there and spoke to me ,

always in silence. he knew only one thing: to give.

he was a symbol of self giving.

with no thoughts of "mine", 

with no spirit of " having"

he embodied in himself

all that we understand

by the oft-misused precious word,

" unselfishness"

whenever I approached him 

he simply placed himself at my disposal

and told me in a language beyond all expression: take , take and have whatever you need. this is what I have, I KEEP IT ONLY FOR YOU" 

I wondered 

at his selfless surrender to me.

I felt ashamed. 

I lost myself in an amazed silence . 

later when awareness touched my limbs

I asked myself: 

"can a tree reflect the divine more than man?

Does it reflect the divine untarnished by consciousness?"