Think Of A Tree
At the height of the world, consider a tree whose roots are rooted in mountainous stones. Think of a tree that stubbornly roots the roots of life into the mountains, without looking at the calmness of the tree, the charm of the branches, the grace of the body, the inner being that creates a tree, self-serene existence. In the forests where you are alone in the forests.
In restless winter seasons, calm, cheerful spring seasons, warm summers wing life and hope to live. It is not sprinkled in the middle of the grass. Think of a tree that has grown, sprinkled, greased, and has not given up on drying. How do you start your mission every hour?
Imagine that life is life, drifting of desolate lands, a tree fixed to the vastness of the mountains that ascend from the ascension; the branches are fixed, the roots are the world, the mountains are big! They are all on a lonely but inclined plane in the midst of life, land, mountain, forest, wild life and so lonely. Think.