I'm usually pretty open about what's going on with me..
We come from God. As the tree from the root and the stream from the spring; that's why we should always be in contact with Him, as the trunk from the….
Among archetypal images, the Sacred Tree is one of the most widely know symbols on Earth. There are few cultures in which the Sacred Tree does not f….
I may be doomed to the stake and the fire, or to the scaffold tree, but it is not in me to falter if I can promote the work of emancipation..
THANK YOU everyone for supporting me and getting me in the top 3!!!! I love y'all!!!.
It wasn't that I had gotten it right . . . but that I had gotten true..
Some things that are true are not very useful..
I'm so uncoordinated..
The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart..
Trees have a curious relationship to the subject of the present moment. There are many created things in the universe that outlive us, that outlive t….
I have since only rarely seen the tree with the lights in it. The vision comes and goes, mostly goes, but I live for it, for the moment when the moun….
A tree's a tree. How many more do you need to look at?.
The seeds that we speed into life to be trees, will soon become fallen if thier roots aren't deep..
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not to bar Our passage to our journey's end for good, But just to ask us who ….
I'm not recognised much at all..
I plant a lot of trees. I am a great believer in planting things for future generations. I loathe the now culture where you just live for today..
There is no whit less enlightenment under the tree by your street than there was under the Buddha's bo tree. I invite you to go sit under that tree b….
It is difficult to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave. It is hard to desecrate a grove and change y….
Pride! In English it is a Deadly Sin. But in Urdu it is fakhr and nazish - both names that you can find more than once on our family tree..
Someone is dead. Even the trees know it, those poor old dancers who come on lewdly, all pea-green scarfs and spine pole..
When the juices of trees have no means of escape, they clot and rot in them, making the trees hollow and good for nothing..