TREES ARE BARDS

Trees are bards, unfolding unfathomable poems of life. Through their branches and roots, they permeate the subtle essence of the elements in the joyful dance of creation, fabricating the narratives of growth and transformation. Using their ancient language of connection and cooperation, they recite stories woven with the never-ending thread of life. Their wisdom is like a thunderstorm echoing in the ears of open hearts, though often overheard in neglect—like the miraculous song of a tiny bird lost in the noise of a crowded city.

The whisper of the tree echoes loudly in the serenity of the soul, beckoning us to discover the secrets of life in all its vastness. When we dig deeply into the silence of our consciousness, there are no shadows, no resistance—only the hum of unconditional sparks of love, uniting us in the experience of new hopes and fresh incentives to co-create every single moment on Earth.

Trees, endowed with strong elemental spirits residing within their ephemeral bodies, whistle emphatically to those willing to listen. These are powerful beings, grown with the aid of wide and healthy mycelium root systems—a wondrous biological internet. This network not only transmits nutrients, emotions, and aspirations between trees, but also brings to the surface a kaleidoscope of creative ideas born in the underground kingdoms. These ideas dwell in the majestic halls of the causal realms, where dragons still dream the primordial dreams of Earth. And trees are capable of beaming these ideas to us—into the manifested world where we live.

Our beautiful Earth began her storytelling at the birth of towering rock formations, high mountains, and deep abysses. Through them, she wrote the first sentences of the epic journey of all life. With spring water, riverbanks, and ocean waves, she composed an eternal song, breathing life into countless ethereal and physical beings. Some stories have grown long, silver-braided beards. Others remain young, shimmering, and playful. Yet all are interconnected, like the roots of trees in a wild, pristine forest.

Let us begin listening with our inner ears, seeing with our inner eyes, and feeling with our inner sense of perception. Let the boundaries between all beings dissolve. Let the perception of "otherness"—the root of our separation from the primeval source—vanish. May our thoughts and heart’s intentions unite, striving for harmonious, balanced, and joyful days of existence. Then, all those magical stories will find their path to us.

These stories may carry you through meadows where fairies cheerfully paint butterfly wings, dance with the wind, and help plants blossom. They may lead you through dark tunnels to reveal dwarven secrets or show you how to caress the scales of a dragon’s wing. They may swim beside you, chasing a mermaid’s tail, or climb with you to the highest mountain to reach the stars. Through the limitless power of imagination, they remind us of the richness and fullness of the world—and the powers and potential that shine within us.

Look around you. Is there a tree that catches your eye? Perhaps it holds a magical story just for you. Notice its shape, its size, its leaves and fruits. Tune into the sound of its branches and foliage. Does one of them approach you through your inner perception? Focus on it. The others will wait—patient and joyful. Stand next to it. Feel it. Touch its trunk, its bark, if you feel it’s okay. Don’t force anything. Trees are majestic, sentient beings—some with far sharper senses than ours.

Feel the beat of your heart and imagine that the tree can hear it too—like a friendly greeting. Now listen. What does the tree tell you about itself? Take your time. It may speak through feelings, images, or gentle body movements. You can tell it a story, share your dreams, even your secrets. Trees love to help. They’ll carry your burdens on their shoulders, blow them into the sky with their branches, or bury them deep in the Earth with their roots—where they transform into starry butterflies.

In my own experience, many trees hold magical stories—memories of Earth’s dreams—still waiting to be heard. Despite the heavy boots of human civilization, they have not been trampled into silence. Some may seem hidden, quietly listening, waiting for a heartfelt call for connection and mutual respect. Then, they’ll shed their cloak of silence—once donned to protect against the cold rationality of human society—and tell you the story your soul longs to hear.

I often search for such trees. Some are tremendous, with towering trunks and high-reaching branches. Others are slender, dancing gently in the wind. What I first perceive is their glimmering aura—shining green to golden white. When I find one, I stand in silence. I open my heart, offering a fractal of unconditional love—limitless and all-embracing. I attune to the elemental consciousness of my body, linking with the Earth’s life-plasma. This opens doors to different earthly realms and dimensions. I call upon the omnipresent source of consciousness, already within me, already surrounding me. There’s no need to climb ladders to heaven or grow angel wings. It is here. Now.

In these moments, I sense a spectrum of feelings flowing through my physical and emotional body—painting a rainbow of frequency waves. I breathe slowly, aware, savoring the anticipation like a child approaching a carousel for the first time. No expectations. No conditions. Only this moment. One after another, infinitely intertwined.

It happened, one beautiful early summer day. The sun was warm and gentle. I walked in the forest near my hometown. I marveled at intertwined birch trunks nearby—expressions of life’s creativity and its longing for cooperation. The pure, authentic aesthetics of beings we so often mistake as static. But look at how they grow—indulging their own life impulses, full of adventure. While expanding their consciousness, trees have learned to travel through roots, communicate through molecules in the air, and connect to each other and other beings via the heart-crystal awareness of the Earth. There’s so much they can teach us.

I love observing the varied personalities within trees. Some are open and curious, their leaves rustling in excitement, eager to connect with others—even me. Others are more reserved, veiled in the mist of ancient wisdom. They take time, requiring trust. And some remain silent, their presence alone a kind of deep communication.

That day, I met a wonderful birch tree. I’ve always felt affinity with birches. They usually greet me without hesitation, inviting me into their subtle web of connection. This one felt especially significant—strongly embedded in a global network of transformation. It radiated a knowledge of current multidimensional changes taking place on Earth and beyond. I sensed a vibration—a message—moving from the ground through my feet, rising into my solar plexus and into my heart. Then came understanding, expressed in inner images.

I saw people—groups of them. I floated among them, invisible. Each group was unique, with its own energetic blueprint, yet all connected—to each other and to the Earth, to birds and rocks, rivers and stars. I saw unity, cooperation, harmony.

And within each group, I saw individuals standing in their own pillars of light, rooted in the Earth and reaching toward the sky. Each shone in their own way—distinct hues, shades, densities—yet each deeply aware of their role in the ecosystem, devoted and respectful of others.

To connect is not to conform. It’s not blind obedience or dependence. Despite our differences, wounds, or histories, each of us can shine—while knowing we are always a part of the greater whole. We are never alone. We are the world.

That connection with the tree lit a spark within me—an insight into new possibilities for coexistence. I stand with my own feet on the ground, breathe with my own lungs, feel my heart’s rhythm—yet I am also present within a shared perception, a collective experience.

How good it feels to be supported and inspired toward a better future. Let us pay attention to the trees carrying this wisdom, willing to pass it on. They long to help us step into a new way of being—one of responsible, compassionate communication and co-creation.

They remind us: we are part of the same great organism. The happiness of one depends on the whole, and each being is of infinite value. Let us be like the trees—caring for each other across distances, nourishing and uplifting one another with love and light.

Thank you, dear tree, for this wisdom. 🌳