“Do you know that even when you look at a tree and say,
`That is an oak tree’, or `that is a banyan tree’,
the naming of the tree, which is botanical knowledge,
has so conditioned your mind
that the word comes between you and actually seeing the tree?
To come in contact with the tree
you have to put your hand on it
and the word will not help you to touch it.”
“Their life is mysterious,
it is like a forest; from far off it seems a unity,
it can be comprehended, described,
but closer it begins to separate, to break into light and shadow,
the density blinds one.
Within there is no form, only prodigious detail
that reaches everywhere: exotic sounds, spills of sunlight,
foliage, fallen trees, small beasts that flee at the sound of a twig-snap,
insects, silence, flowers. And all of this, dependent, closely woven,
all of it is deceiving.
There are really two kinds of life.
There is, as Viri says, the one people believe you are living,
and there is the other.
It is this other which causes the trouble,
this other we long to see.”
“I’m planting a tree
to teach me to gather strength
from my deepest roots.”
“In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike.
And no two journeys along the same path are alike.”