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,
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"
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?"