Recently life brought me from the tree I so far grew the most under, to a new tree. On a reflection walk, I thought to myself, enlightenment isn’t something dependent on any location. Though it feels destabilizing at first, as we got it deep in the pocket, though we find we can now get it deep in any pocket and moving trees is a ritual of stabilization.
I then researched without even knowing, what happened when the Buddha switched trees in the forest? I knew the Buddha had to have also moved trees.
There’s a certain warmth we get with staying with the same instruments, drum heads, guitar strings, camera, the same genres, the same styles, the same locations. You can take a nicer photo of a tree you’ve been looking at for years, rather than a National Geographic photographer that comes to take a photo of it once.
There’s an entire world beyond that tree. Not that we haven’t seen it yet, as the depth is there from every angle.
We even grow fond of a poisonous tree if that’s the tree we grew under. Suddenly we dont want to change anything, and we find ourselves in hindered health, rather than the health we find simply moving trees. Moving trees, let’s us find the forest. The forest teaches us that the weight of the elephant is mobile. Though its steps shake the ground, the stability of stillness never leaves it.
We even find we cling to pressure itself. The same pressure systems we find poking their heads in time to time. It’s a mystery. It feels like what I’d imagine moving a potted plant around feels like, yet the plant keeps growing, just in new directions.
With that said, I wonder how much switching trees will change the music especially.