Be a fish swimming against the current, and be a tree swaying against the breeze.
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One day carpenters will fashion plastic trees,<br/>And artists will paint their nylon leaves.
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This is wonderful, wonderful! Be the bird. You are the bird. Sacrifice yourself to abandoned family values..
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When we reject our origins, we become the product of whatever soil that we find ourselves planted; the colors of our leaves change as we consume borrowed nutrients with borrowed roots and, like a tree, we grow.
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A Rule: Life without Islam is a naked tree, Birds without trees can never feel free.
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Just at present you only see the tree by the light of the lamp. I wonder when you would ever see the lamp by the light of the tree.
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I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day and lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear a nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
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Meditation expands our inner being. The inner being is like a small, individual river flowering towards the Ocean. In meditation, I feel how my inner being expands into an inner ocean, which is part of everything, which is one with Existence. Through the inner being, we come in contact with the inner ocean, the undefined and boundless within ourselves, where we are one with life. We realize that God is part of life. We realize that God is not a person, but the consciousness that is part of everything. We find God in a flower, in a tree, in the eyes of a child or in a playful dog. Through discovering our inner being, we discover that we are also part of the flower, the child or the dog. We realize that God is everywhere.
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Be like a branch of a tree; flex your body to face 'wind of sorrow'; flex little harder to dance in the 'wind of happiness'.
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He who plants a tree, plants a hope.
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Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch or you might simply get covered in sap and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors where it is harder to get a splinter.
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If you use a philosophy education well, you can get your foot in the door of any industry you please. Industries are like the blossoms on a tree while philosophy is the trunk - it holds the tree together, but it often goes unnoticed.
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I Am VerticalBut I would rather be horizontal.I am not a tree with my root in the soilSucking up minerals and motherly loveSo that each March I may gleam into leaf, Nor am I the beauty of a garden bedAttracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted, Unknowing I must soon unpetal. Compared with me, a tree is immortalAnd a flower-head not tall, but more startling, And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring. Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars, The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.I walk among them, but none of them are noticing. Sometimes I think that when I am sleepingI must most perfectly resemble them--Thoughts gone dim. It is more natural to me, lying down. Then the sky and I are in open conversation, And I shall be useful when I lie down finally: The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
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A hundred years or more, she's bent her crownin storm, in sun, in moonsplashed midnight breeze. Surviving all the random vagariesof this harsh world. A dense - twigged veil drifts downfrom crown along her trunk - mourning slow woodthat rustles tattered, in a hint of windthis January dusk, cloudy, purplingthe ground with sudden shadows. How she broods -you speculate - on dark surprise and loss, alone these many years, despondent, bent, her bolt-cracked mate transformed to splinters, moss. Though not alone, you feel the sadness of atwilight breeze. There's never enough love; the widow nods to you. Her branches moan.
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A pine tree standeth lonelyIn the North on an upland bare; It standeth whitely shroudedWith snow, and sleepeth there. It dreameth of a Palm treeWhich far in the East alone, In the mournful silence standethOn its ridge of burning stone.
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