A Passage from the Archives Titled: The Tree Whisperer
and at one final step the man fell to his knees. exhausted. the damp soil beneath him welcomes his skin with its warm embrace. his mind clear. he studies the abstract patterns engraved in the wood of a fallen tree by his side. its smooth surface is a guidance of his thought.
closing his eyes with a tired breath the fallen tree whispers to the man a ballad of wise perceptions:
'existence is superficial in time but is counted in moments. we live in fear of age. a number forever increasing. a subtle reminder of an expiry date. that is how the sad among the happiest see life. the happiest however have come to an understanding within themselves. the spirit. the centre of one's existence. knows nothing of age or an end time. it just is and will remain this way until i's isn't. so feed your spirit the seeds of courage and bravery and it will return to you the gift of raw experience. coated with the bright colours of love. passion and excitement.
the beginning of your life starts at the realisation of the spirits importance. man is born three times. once at birth and again at this internal understanding. this second wave of life is defined by immersion. attribute your senses. all of them. into every waking moment of your hungry existence. taste life. smell life. see life. feel life. and you will learn to properly live life. jump from the cliff of possibilities with a smile on your face and watch the winds glide you through the soft clouds of unfolding moments.
this beautiful phase is not infinite. and eventually man will need to understand an important transition. just as i have lived a glorious life amidst the sun. kissing a million skies. i now lay fallen. a corpse on the surface. but a rich collection of wisdom enlightens me an internal beating life. this is man's third and final birth. as the tides of sensory experience return to the depths of the ocean. the sands of time are revealed. the grains of mans vivid memories. the external existence dissolves in way for the internal. man's mind is a charitable tool necessary for the continuation of life. pass on lessons and wisdom. speak your memories passionately and inspire. understand to live once more. and a thousand times over. through the youth'
with the tree's final whispers disappearing within the wild calls of distant life. the man rose once more. inspired. he continued his escapade through the forest. with the prideful steps of a determined existence.
