Advise From A Tree By Ilan Shamir

This legendary poem “Advise from a tree” is everywhere whenever I looked for the keyword trees on the internet.

It has been manipulated and modified in thousands of ways online but initially, it is written and composed by Ilan Shamir. You can learn more about him here.

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Let’s put it into segments for easy reading. Here I would like to describe how I have perceived it through a spiritual viewpoint. These are some insights on giving recognition to a tree that stands tall and proud.

1. Trees educate us about the ancient law of life. They stand tall and proud for a reason.

2. Sink your roots deeply into the Earth has a deep spiritual meaning. It means we should give the same way as we would like to receive from nature. Plant more trees and get more close to the natural world.

The care of the Earth is our most ancient and most worthy, and after all, our most pleasing responsibility.”

Wendell Berry

3. Reflect the light of a greater source = Be generous in giving and helping others.

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.


4. Think long-term but pause for a minute. Believe in your infinite potential of helping others and do your best.

A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy
reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.

Saint Basil

5. Go out on a limb and take risks.

Every day is an opportunity to learn something or discover something or someplace. Be curious, play, go out on a limb, walk a different way to work, try a new food at dinner and keep learning and growing.

Sandra Magsamen

6. Remember your place among all living beings and be kind to your fellow human beings.

We are all connected; To each other, biologically. To the earth, chemically. To the rest of the universe atomically.

Neil DeGrasse Tyson

7. Embrace with joy the changing seasons because always remember your outer world is the reflection of your life’s inner world.

Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others’ faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.

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8. For each yields its own abundance as everything is created twice, first in the mind and then in reality. Serve others.

When you find yourself in need of spiritual nourishment, it is in the opportunities to serve others that you will find the abundance you seek.

Steve Maraboli

9. The Energy and Birth of Spring = Be conscious of your surroundings.

Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.


10. The Growth and Contentment of Summer remind us that the best friend on earth of man is the tree.

You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.

Kamand Kojouri

11. The Wisdom to let go of leaves in the Fall suggests that we should be open to change and varying opinions.

12. The Rest and Quiet Renewal of Winter reminds us that the trees outlive us, they are fixed, but seem to arise a sense of permanence in us.

13. Feel the wind and the sun And delight in their presence = Be Happy.

Happiness comes from helping others, by being with others, and by sharing, even if it’s only a smile.

Zain Hashmi

14. Look up at the moon that shines down upon you and the mystery of the stars at night. Once we see the world for what it is, we see that it is nothing but a reminder of God, a remembrance of God.

Those who look for seashells will find seashells; those who open them will find pearls.


15. Seek nourishment from the good things in life because what you seek is also seeking you.

16. Simple pleasures Earth, fresh air, light = Find happiness by taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.

17. Be content with your natural beauty means follow the wisdom provided by nature. Too much of everything will ruin your personality.

18. Drink plenty of water reminds us that we should keep nourishing our soul.

19. Let your limbs sway and dance in the breezes.
Your heart knows the way.

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.


20. Be flexible like water

We are like water, aren’t we? We can be fluid, flexible when we have to be. But strong and destructive, too.” And something else, I think to myself. Like water, we mostly follow the path of least resistance.

Wally Lamb, We Are Water

21. Remeber your roots because your journey is towards your homeland.

Your journey is towards your homeland. Remember you are travelling from the world of appearances to the world of Reality.

Abdul Khaliq Ghujduwani

22. In the end, I would not make any promises. Just Enjoy the view!

I should not make any promises right now,
But I know if you
Somewhere in this world –
Something good will happen.


Here’s the original poem..

Dear Friend,
Stand Tall and Proud
Sink your roots deeply into the Earth
Reflect the light of a greater source
Think long term
Go out on a limb
Remember your place among all living beings
Embrace with joy the changing seasons
For each yields its own abundance
The Energy and Birth of Spring
The Growth and Contentment of Summer
The Wisdom to let go of leaves in the Fall
The Rest and Quiet Renewal of Winter
Feel the wind and the sun
And delight in their presence
Look up at the moon that shines down upon you
And the mystery of the stars at night.
Seek nourishment from the good things in life
Simple pleasures
Earth, fresh air, light
Be content with your natural beauty
Drink plenty of water
Let your limbs sway and dance in the breezes
Be flexible
Remember your roots
Enjoy the view!



Spirit of trees

Your true nature

Treasuring every moment of life

Thank you for reading.

Rumi Quotes

‘This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet.’

‘Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.
Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless.
Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love.’

‘There is no salvation for the soul
but to fall in Love.
Only lovers can escape
out of these two worlds.
This was ordained in creation.
Only from the heart
can you reach the sky:
The Rose of Glory
can grow only from the heart.’

‘We rarely hear the inward music,
but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless
directed by the one who teaches us,
the pure joy of the sun,
our music master.’

Blessed Glance | Mystic Poem

Blessed Glance
“You’ve taken away
my looks,
my identity,
by just a Glance.
By making me drink
the wine of love-potion,
You’ve intoxicated me
by just a Glance.
My fair, delicate wrists
with green bangles in them,
Have been held tightly by You with just a Glance.
I give my life to You,
Oh my cloth-dyer,
You’ve dyed me in Yourself,
by just a Glance.
I give my whole life to you Oh, Nizam,
You’ve made me your bride,
by just a Glance.”
Image Location: Multan

A desolate tree – Remains of a glorious past

“The time of spring is past,
The rose-leaves in the garden drift apart,
Among the trees the bulbul sings no more.
How long, madness, shalt thou hold my heart?
How long, exaltation, shalt thou last
Now spring is o’er ?”

From THE DIWAN OF ZEB-UN-NISSA, the eldest
daughter of the Mughul Emperor Aurungzaib.

A lonely tree at Hiran Minar, a hunting resort of Emperor Jahangir, near Sheikhupura, Its a city in the province of Punjab slightly northwest to Lahore in Pakistan. The name Sheikhupura is derived from the nick of Jahangir, who was known as Sheikhu by his father Akbar the Great.

Its a pomegranate time

Yes, the beauty of my pomegranate ( anar) tree also persists at night time.

Here is the brief history of pomegranate in Islam which help you to understand that sufi poetry I mentioned below. There is a lot of admirations for pomegranates in Islam. It linked with eternity and fertility and it is among the list of 12 foods mentioned by Prophet Muhammad (PBUH).

The pomegranate which laterally means ” seeded apple” is an ancient fruit and it is mentioned three times in The Quran Majeed.

It is stated in Surah Rehman, “In them are fruits (of all kinds), and dates and pomegranate.Then which of the favours of your Lord will you deny? “ [55:68-69]

It is also reported that one who eats three pomegranate in the course of a year will be inoculated against ophthalmia( inflammation of the eye) for that year. Its the fruit of Paradise and traditionally, it was believed to be important to eat every seed of a pomegranate, as one can’t be sure, which aril came from paradise.
The Prophet (Peace Be Upon Him)said it cleanses you of Satan and evil aspirations for forty days. ” Eat the pomegranate for it purges the system of envy and hatred.
Similarly, Hazrat Ali( R.A.) said that “the light of ALLAH is in the heart of whoever eats pomegranate.”

Pomegranates, Sufi Poetry from Pakistan:

Pomegranates, when they sing
It is sweet as rosy-nosed apples
Pears, hale and hearty
Like my grandma’s songs

May you live as the angels
Forever, like the pomegranates
That never die, unlike the
Dead that never come to life

And – when they smile
The pomegranates, it is like
No weather you know on earth
It is eternally the cloud

The perfect cloud with exactly
The kind of sunshine you saw in
Your picture book as a kid
With a rainbow

And it never feels hot or cold again
So forget the crude, vulgar types
The jokeless
It rains only when you want it to rain

Say, I am the richest, most famous
I’m the best I’m the best
I am I am
God is staying on earth tonight

Forget the cunt charmers
The heartless
Stinky beasts, smelly genitalia
It is crystal clear

God is staying on earth tonight
So He told me
Amidst the pomegranates
Everywhere at the same time

Pomegranates never die
They are roses in my grandmother’s
Where God lives

Prepared for banquets
For householders of the garden
Of spring followed by spring followed by spring
It is God’s kitchen

Where we are children
Sustained, without fire dwellers
Frozen in time, never to progress
Through God’s freezers of fire

The genitalia people
Frozen in time, smelling their genitals
And – we throw at ‘em rotten pomegranates

The fungus ones
Our diseases of old times covering their lips
Their wishes
The dirty freaks

But we have slept well
Now we only remember joy of all time
It is pomegranate time
He loves me


A Love Like That

All this time
The sun never says to the earth,

“You owe

What happens
With a love like that.
It lights the

A poem by the Sufi saint Hafiz.

Say, I Am You

Its a beautiful poem written by Rumi, a Sufi poet. This is my another post on mystic poems and also sharing a you tube video featuring some amazing collection of images accompanied by a wonderful music.

Say, I am you.

I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.

To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.

I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.

Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.

I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.

The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of stone, a flickering in metal.
Both candle and the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale lost in the fragrance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift, and the falling away.

What is, and what isn’t.

You who know, Jelaluddin,
You the one in all, say who I am.
Say I am you.

I am the One whom I love

I am the One whom I love

“I am the One whom I love, and the One whom I love is myself.
We are two souls incarnated in one body;
if you see me, you see Him,
if you see Him, you see us.”

Mansur al-Hallaj known to us as the Persian writer and he is one of the more controversial figures of Sufism. His full name was Abu al-Mughith al-Husayn ibn Mansur al-Hallaj.The name al-Hallaj means “wool carder,” probably a reference to his family’s traditional occupation.

Orthodox religious authorities took offense at his poetry and teachings, particularly the line in one of his great poems “Ana ‘l-Haqq,” which translates as “I am the Real,” but can also be translated as “I am the Truth” or “I am God.” Al-Haqq is one of the Ninety Nine Names of Allah. He was condemned by a council of theologians, imprisoned for nine years, and eventually put to death.


Poetry Chaikhana
Sacred Poetry from Around the World

This Poem is taken from poetry chaikhanna.

Mansur al-Hallaj biography

Mansur Al-Hallaj from wikkipedia

A Mystic Song of Kabir

Fearlessly I Will Sing the Attributes of the One without Attributes

Using the Base Lotus as the Steady Seat
I Will Make the Wind Rise in Reverse

Steadying the Mind’s Attachments
I Will Unify the Five Elements

Ingila, Pingala and Sukhman are the Channels
I Will Bathe at the Confluence of the Three Rivers

The Five and Twenty Five I Will Master by my Wish
And String them Together by One Common Thread

At the Summit of Aloneness the Un-struck Anahad Sound Reverberates
I Will Play the Thirty-Six Different Symphonies

Says Kabir Listen Oh Practicing Aspirant
I Will Wave the Flag of Victory


Kabir is one of the world’s great poets. For more information on Kabir visit this site. I have chose this mystic song because it is enrich in its meaning. Powerful indeed. For explanation of this poem, must visit this page.


Mystic poems always fascinates me. Thats why I have decided to share some mystic poems from all over the world in my this blog. And in my this first search, I came to know about A THOUSAND YEAR OLD BENGALI MYSTIC POETRY, as I go on reading the poems, I found myself involves in knowing about the depth of all these poems.
The story about this book is like that …

In 1907, Scholar Hariprashad Sastri, working in the Royal Archive in Nepal discovered a palm-leaf manuscript of ‘Caryagiti’, mystic poems by Bengali Buddhist poets, which were written about 700 C.E. The poems, also collectively known as the ‘Caryapada’. The discovery brought to light the oldest specimens not only of Bengali poetry but also of Indo-Aryan literature. The author Hasna Jasimuddin Moudud has done an extensive research on ‘Caryagiti’ and presented it in the book called, “A Thousand year Old Bengali Mystic Poetry.” The translation of the poems has been done by the author herself. The mystic images and the ancient Bengali script are omitted here for complexity.

My aim is to make this blog informative as much as I can. The Poem that I have selected from this book for you is Caryapada 6 and the poet name is Bhusukupada.

Poet: Bhusukupada, Raga Patamanjuri

Who have I accepted and who gave I given up?

All sides are surrounded by the cries of the hunter.

The deer’s own flesh is his enemy.

Bhusuku the hunter does not spare him for a moment.

The deer touches no green, nor drinks water.

He does not know where the doe lives.

The doe tills the deer: leave this forest, and free yourself.

Thus the deer sped for hid life, leaving no hoff marks behind.

Bhusuku says ‘this does not reach the heart of the unwise’.


“Acceptance and denouncement in life is depicted in one of the most poetic Caryas in this collection. The deer is an innocent animal who has no hatred for anyone. His enemy is his own flesh, which is the reason that he is being hunted. The deer is the Praga goddess found within himself, who shows him the way to salvation. He leaves no trail behind so that he cannot be followed by worldly claims.

The deer represents the mind, In the material life the mind wants to hold more and more. It gets hurt when it obtains material objects. As these cannot quench its thirst, it becomes unhappy. Pains attack him like the deer-hunters.

We may envisage the composer of the song, Bhusuka, surrounded by hunters, His own quality or talent is his enemy. So he stops eating and drinking, but he does not know the way to freedom. His instincts tell him to run this place like the deer, leaving no tracks behind.”


Old Bengali mystic poetry