Monday, September 28, 2009

The face in the tree

I was walking down my driveway this morning to fetch the newspaper when I saw the face in the oak tree.

A tree doesn't have a face, of course. A tree doesn't need eyes to see the sky or ears to hear birdsong. It doesn't need a mouth to taste the morning mist. Yet today there was a face in the oak tree.

The face was neither kind nor unkind. It was peacefully indifferent. Serene, equanimous. The tree was indifferent to my pain and my joy, indifferent to whether I lived or died, just as the Earth is indifferent, because no one animal, rock or tree is any more or less important than any other animal, rock or tree.

Perhaps an oak tree only presents its face when it wants to communicate to a human being, a creature insensible to the more subtle language of wind and rain. The oak tree and I were equal. We were the same. The clues to this are everywhere; I was only just now beginning to understand it.

7 comments:

itzktb said...

Beautiful.

Pete said...

Happy birthday, Tai.

Your posts these last few weeks have had such wonderful September tones to them. I believe the face in the tree is looking to see what an aerophant is like, who writes such lovely, late afternoon things...

Jeevan said...

Happy Birthday, Tai!!!!!!!!!

Tai said...

Thank you, birthday well-wishers!

Pete, September always makes me pensive. It's nice that you noticed. I like your blogs, by the way. Write more.

Apifera Farm said...

What, birthday. Geeze what is about 10/3, you are the 3rd birthday wish I shall give today.

I feel on level with a tree too- certainly not above it.

AMGallegos said...

I once knew a hardcore Marxist atheist who saw an apparation of the Virgin Guadalupe on a hillside by UCSC. So you never know.

Happy belated B-DAY!

john tonic said...

Oaks dance very slowly.