Bomen

In de maand november moeten we ze wel zien staan, de bomen. In andere jaargetijden zijn ze niet zo opvallend. Maar vandaag kunnen ze hun overvloed aan bladeren en kleuren rond en om verspreiden en toch nog voldoende pracht in hun kruin laten schitteren. Elk pad en grasperk is als een spiegel, een uitnodiging om het hoofd omhoog te richten.

Hermann Hesse is een Duitse schrijver. Hij ontving in 1946 de Nobelprijs voor literatuur. Hij schreef over bomen:

They struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. (...)

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.

Bron: Brainpickings

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