The pomegranate tree symbolizes wealth. The oak tree stands alone with dignity for strength. The pine tree speaks of eternal love and the willow tree is a water-loving tree that symbolizes regeneration and signifies emotional balance.

The self asks me who I am is written by Nazik al-Mala’ika. I have archived it from ‘I am’, Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women. Edited and translated by Kamal Boullata, a Palestinian artist and art historian.

That discomfort that you are feeling. Its a sign that its a time to grow. Do it compeltely. Do less. Live simply.

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put in words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

There once was a Willow, and he was very old,
And all his leaves fell off from him, and left him in the cold;
But ere the rude winter could buffet him with snow,
There grew upon his hoary head a crop of mistletoe.
All wrinkled and furrowed was this old Willow’s skin,
His taper finger trembled, and his arms were very thin;
Two round eyes and hollow, that stared but did not see;
And sprawling feet that never walked, had this most ancient tree.
~Julianna Horatia Ewing, “The Willow Man”

In J. R. R. Tolkien’s fantasy The Lord of the Rings, Old Man Willow is a malign tree-spirit of great age in Tom Bombadil’s Old Forest, appearing physically as a large willow tree beside the River Withywindle, but spreading his influence throughout the forest.

The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us.

The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.

John Muir

Thank you for reading.

5 thoughts on “The self asks me who I am

  1. “The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us.” It’s very beautifull and true… thank you to bring light on my day !
    Have a beautifull thursday


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