The Sanctuaries

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.
Hermann Hesse, Wandering

Magic Trees

In my Danish post about a walk in Paradise you can see where I got this motive ❤

The Trees

Den sidste uges tid er jeg flere gange stødt på disse linier udgivet af Herman Hesse’s forlægger.
Jeg holder meget af poesi, og heldigvis er der hele tiden nye spændende oplevelser blandt mine dejlige medbloggere. Tak for det.

“When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.” Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte” Goodreads

“Bäume sind für Hermann Hesse Sinnbilder, die sich mit Erinnerungen verbinden, Symbole der Vergänglichkeit und Wiedergeburt, aber auch »allen Wachstums, allen triebhaften, naturhaften Lebens, aller Sorglosigkeit und geilen Fruchtbarkeit«. Sie sind für ihn Spiegel der Jahreszeiten, der Landschaften und Umweltbedingungen ihres Standorts. In ihren Jahresringen und Verwachsungen erkennt man »allen Kampf, alles Leid, alle Krankheit, alles Glück und Gedeihen«. Und ihre Gegenwart kann ungeheuerlich tröstlich sein: »Wenn wir traurig sind und das Leben nicht mehr gut ertragen können, dann kann ein Baum zu uns sprechen: Sei still! Sei still! Sieh mich an! Leben ist nicht leicht, Leben ist nicht schwer. … Heimat ist nicht da oder dort. Heimat ist in dir drinnen, oder nirgends”