Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
–Kahil Gibran
I am an advocate of many things – of the arts, of humans, of trees, of philosophy, of poetry and literature, of interaction, of expression and of love. A man whose words have always touched me deeply were those of the Lebanese-American Kahil Gibran. If I could bring anyone back for an evening of conversation over a meal, it would be him. I’d like that – to sit in an olive grove with Mr. Gibran and just listen…
Olive trees, as you may have read in my past posts, hold an allure for me. I like that their gnarly trunks make this bold statement of, “I am here and have been for many years and will continue to do so,” while their dainty silver-like leaves seem to be fickle in their presence..almost blending in to the sky behind them…
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The best place to find Khalil is within you, and not a step further away…Just ask your Animus for his whereabouts
PS Don ‘t forget the whip 😉
So I should not tell my Animus to shut up then? hahahaha
Ask the whip : D
I must applaud any poetic reference to the rugged, survivor, olive tree. The ancient wall on the photographs did help to enhance the trees beauty. A hilly country filled with olive groves is an earthly (as in heavenly) sight.
“A hilly country filled with olive groves” is indeed my idea of heaven. Glad you enjoyed the photographs.
You might have experienced that in Italy. I was mesmerised by riding a car through the rolling hills of Andalusia. In a courtyard of the Reina Sofia museum in Madrid there are also a couple of olive trees where you can seat and read or dream (maybe those two are the same in many aspects) under their silvery shade. Saramago’s tomb is under an olive tree in Lisbon. On h plaque one can read: “But he didn’t ascend to the heaves for he belonged to the earth.” Hmm. I must formally invite you to come on a detour to your next trip to Italy perhaps. Museums and olive trees will be awaiting you. The sunny juice of vineyards too.
Got lost in here…..the trees, graves, silver leaves and dreams of places, visits and animus of Gibran-
I’ll invite him over, too.
Hello all of you
It is a lovely thought, isn’t it
Oh gosh! I’ve been pretty distracted (as you know) recently, and haven’t been able to follow my blogs as well as normal, but here I come to catch up and find that gorgeous quote by Kahil Gibran about trees. It’s like he’s following me, as just now I am putting together a post for this week about trees as my dad told me that he’d cutting down some pines from the bottom of the garden, which have been the backdrop to my childhood. Lovely post! So good to be back 😉
Well, WELCOME BACK Gabriela!
I always love shots of nature…and your trees are wonderful Jen!
Delightful post.Jalal
It was a delight to be amongst the trees!