A Monk Tree

By Said Maroun

I will tell you who you really are, just arouse.
Tree, oh Monk tree
Wake up from your sleep little seed!
I am calling you, rise and be.
Written words, empty lines
Open your senses and you will see
Hidden meanings where wisdom lies.
Explore the pages of this book
Throw off your troubles; relax in a calm place
In nature, under the sun or the cloud shades
Feel the breath of the wind or the water of a brook
Lift up your spirit to God, feel His glory and sense His grace.


This book was written to stimulate man thoughts and elevate the human mind from its stable stage to the doors of infinity. A symbolic way of writing, accompanied with expressive illustrations (exclusively done by the writer himself) inspired by what is inscribed. Two powerful different ways to evoke all senses pushing them to interact in between each other, create dreams and guide the reader to the path of wisdom.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781387951376

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Dedication

To the ones who gave me life

And grew me up safe in their shadows

Those strong trees that were always my protection and encouraged me through everything I lived, I am living and will live,

My lovely family from where my body derived.

My father, Jean

My mother, Clauthilda

My sisters, Sandra & Grace

My brother, Anthony

My lovely dog, Popita

To my best friends,

Linda Mombourquette & Hassan Abdullah

For always supporting and being next to me.

To God, Who always shines on me with His grace.

To my wonderful readers,

I dedicate this book filled from the fountain of wisdom. Whatever you plant, you harvest.

It’s an unchanging rule as old as time itself.

But how much you harvest depends on how hard you work for it.

Initiation

By their seeds and their woods,

By their leaves and their fruits, you will recognize them.

Each tree and each person is different,

But at the end we all share the same way of life.

The Hierophant earth is the womb and the tomb

A warm womb ready to cradle the seed so it germinates healthily.

A cold crypt waiting to veil the tree when it dies.

The hierophant mother is calling:

My child,

Seed of my heart,

Grab from me all the good you want.

Listen carefully in silence to my words.

Open your heart attentive to the wisdom be just.

Don’t seek physical things from this world,

For that nothing from this realm will last for you.

The Lord is the eternal wisdom.

I’m your bodily medium.

Grow my child!

I’ll guard your path in the wild.

Do not worry about anything.

He who chose you to sprout will always shine upon you His light.

Harden your outer shell, your trunk, from bottom to the top of your height

But never stiffen your heart

So that it beats and pumps wisdom with every pulse.

Then knowledge flows into your veins, reaches your leaves and shivers them.

An empty interior will lead to hunger.

A parched inside means death.

A well-inhabited temple will keep it still.

Therefore increase in the way of goodness

For the worthy and fruitful will remain in the land,

But the vile and barren will be cut off and thrown in the fire.

A rich soil makes a healthy womb.

A healthy tree prepares a rich soil.

Be healthy and rich so that you create a great environment for your future kids.

Seeds are souls protected inside a shell.

Seeds are souls protected inside a shell.

A healthy seed originates from a fine tree, a gift to the world enwrapped and protected by a pod waiting for its time to sprout.

When your fruits fall on your ground, rot and their seeds lay all over the place

The earth grabs them into its heart.

The wind covers them with dirt and soil under its grace,

Then water pours from the Heavens above

And God fills their dry bodies from His soul

The Hierophant reassures you,

Telling you:

Do not worry about your descendants.

Your seeds shall stay in my womb.

When it is time they will flourish.

They shall increase in your shadows,

A fragment of your body that will live through seasons,

And will expand with wisdom as you did before

Guarded with the eye of God and under His light

Gliding over the air of tomorrow, continuing the path through the future.

Then the Lord tells them:

Rise up!

Wake up from your sleep.

It is time to sprout and grow.

It is the moment for you to live.

Woods are temples

Woods are temples

Temples are bodies.

Bodies are us.

A perfect connection between us today and our previous ancestors.

Therefore each tree passes its characteristics to its descendants so that each variety of tree shares the same kind of wood with its type.

Our body defines where we came from, who we are, and what we will give to our children.

Heavens are for God; temples are for us.

One body and only one from birth to death,

Then it returns back from where it came, to the Hierophant earth.

Leaves represent work and studies.

Leaves represent work and studies.

Leaves are the garments that cover the trees’