“Said a tree to a man, “My roots are in the deep red earth, and I shall give you of my fruit.” And the man said to the tree, “How alike we are. My roots are also deep in the red earth. And the red earth gives you power to bestow upon me of your fruit, and the red earth teaches me to receive from you with thanksgiving.” Kahlil Gibran
Many moons ago, in an ancient village far, far away, when man and beast lived in harmony, there was a poor farmer, named Jama, who struggled to grow his crops. During the planting season, he joined his neighbors and friends to till the earth and seed the ground, saying prayers for an abundant harvest. Throughout the growing season, he would venture out to his tiny farm, nursing each seedling, taming each weed and then, he would wait, like everyone else for the harvest.
Somehow, in his heart, he feared that, even with loving care and effort, his crops would not grow because he believed that his farm was small, his soil was barren and an ancient curse had been passed down to him through his ancestral lineage. As the harvest season approached, he fretted and worried and complained to everyone about his fears; why did his neighbors enjoy such fecundity and he such failure at farming? At harvest time, the measly produce from his farm meant he had to, again, beg and borrow from others in the village to see him through the cold season, until the warm weather and planting seasons arrived again.
As time went by, the farmer grew desolate and prayed for help to solve his problem. He planted his measly seedlings again, and having mastered the voice of discontent, he imagined failure and disaster even as he attempted to pray for a reversal of his fortunes. Alas, his harvest produced the expected crops and the farmer was besides himself. By now, his wife who had long endured his misery and complaints, advised him to go sit under the great baobab tree — the magic tree of rest and resolution.
“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky; we fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness.” Khalil Gibran
The farmer was reluctant to go because the last time he sat under the tree, many planting seasons ago, a swarm of fiery, angry black ants had attacked him; leaving him with huge red bite marks that took weeks to heal. He didn’t want to go but his wife insisted. “We are at desperation’s door; a visit to the magic tree might yield its secrets. After all, it is called the magic tree of divine knowledge for a reason.” She said. After much debate, he agreed to go … the next day.
The following morning, at sunrise, he walked to the location of the tree but, to his surprise, it was not there. He threw his hands up in the air, and as he began to rain curses on the ancients for tormenting him, a clear and firm voice called his name. “Jama! Jama! Why do you whine so loudly?” The farmer looked around in shock, for he was in the woods alone and no one had followed him there. Again, the voice called out, “Jama! Jama! Over here … turn right. Look across the mound of dirt next to the day lilies. Look, I am here; but why do you whine so much?”
Jama the farmer turned and saw the magic tree in all it’s majesty; it had an ethereal glow and it seemed to vibrate with unusual strength. He fell to the ground and pleaded, “Oh divine tree, help me find an answer to my measly crops. I am destitute and my family is suffering.” The tree spoke again, “Jama, the answers are inside you. Divine knowledge resides in your heart. You must leave the complaints at your doorstep and trust, like your neighbors do, that your seeds will bear abundant fruit. You must then nurture them, and imagine them growing abundantly and … ask your neighbor Jebe to share his special manure with you. It is simple. Ask for help from your heart and believe the help will come … then move your feet.”
Jama thanked the tree and went home with a joyful heart. He took the advice given, got the fertilizer, and left the past stories of woe behind him. The following harvest season … we all know what his harvested crops looked like. Hmmm mmm. via eof 🙂 What are your thoughts?
Positive Motivation Tip: All things exist within us, and us within all things. When we ask for help, we must believe and move our feet. The answers are there for us…
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