The Tree’s Eloquent Silence

The Tree’s Eloquent Silence No protest, no complaint, no demand, no street activism or stage activism: simply trust your own natural abilities and work silently. I n front of my house in New Delhi there is a full-grown tree, in whose shade I am in the habit of sitting. I call it my spiritual tree. In fact, this tree is my teacher, although a silent one. The previous winter this tree, like many other trees, shed its green leaves. Gradually, it became simply like dry wood. I was doubtful whether it would ever again turn green. But in the spring, the whole scenario changed. My spiritual tree again became a tree with lush green foliage. This rebirth of this tree was a great lesson. My spiritual tree turned into a speaking tree. It gave me a very significant message: ‘O man! Don’t be hopeless in any situation. After every dry season, there is a good harvest. After every spell of hopelessness, there is new hope, after every failure there is a great success, after every dark night, there is a bright morning.’ No protest, no complaint, no demand, no street activism or stage activism: simply trust your own natural abilities and work silently. My spiritual tree never left its allotted space. It never