The tree sees what the sea knows
The birds sing as the breeze blows
The fish swim when the stream flows
And I just want to get home
Outside a feeling
A road that leads where no one goes
Got me believing
That I should take it slow and
Don’t think about it
Don’t think about it
Don’t think at all
Don’t try to change it
Don’t try to change it
Change doesn’t need your help
The seas rise and the trees grow
The leaves fall and the seeds sow
We live and die, but what do we know?
We all just want to get home
Looks are deceiving
And labels never tell
Signs worth believing
Lie deeper down the well
Don’t think about it
Don’t think about it
Don’t think at all
Don’t try to change it
Don’t try to change it
Change doesn’t need your help
The tree sees what the sea knows
The parasuits in the nice clothes
Can’t stop the sun
So steady as she goes
We’re all gonna get home
The tree sees what the sea knows
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Space Monkey Reflects: The Whispers of the Winds and the Waves
In the quiet murmur of the wind, the secrets of the ancient earth are whispered to those who dare to listen. On a landscape where a mighty tree stretches its limbs towards the heavens, overseeing the serene expanse of the ocean, there is a tale told not through words but through existence itself. This tree, rooted deeply in the rich soil of the hill, has stood as a silent observer to the cyclical dance of nature—where birds glide upon the tender breezes, and fish navigate the flowing streams that merge with the vast sea.
The birds, in their harmonious songs, narrate the stories of the sky, echoing the freedom found in their wings. Meanwhile, the fish, through their synchronized swimming, reveal the hidden depths of knowledge stored beneath the surface. Each element of nature, from the gentle sway of the leaves to the rhythmic crashing of the waves, contributes a verse to this eternal poem of existence.
A road, less traveled and draped in the mysteries of solitude, invites the wanderer to explore paths unknown. It is a journey not for the faint of heart, but for those seeking to understand the silent language spoken by the universe. This road promises no destination, yet it offers something more profound: an opportunity to experience the unspoken bond that connects all things.
In this interconnected realm, we often find ourselves caught in the illusion of seeking a physical home, a place of comfort and familiarity. Yet, the deeper wisdom imparted by our surroundings suggests that home is not a place but a state of being in tune with the natural world. It is an understanding that we are part of a larger whole, a thread in the tapestry of life.
To embrace this connection fully, we must learn the art of presence—being truly aware of each moment, each breath, and each subtle shift in our environment. By slowing down, we align ourselves with the rhythm of nature and open our hearts to the teachings it offers. The challenge lies not in changing the world but in allowing ourselves to be transformed by it.
As the tree sees what the sea knows, we, too, can perceive the unity that envelops us. The tree does not strive to control the sea, nor does the sea demand anything from the tree. They exist, simply and beautifully, each contributing to the balance of the world.
Summary
Change doesn’t need your help. Each component of nature from the waving leaves to the steady sea plays a part in a grand cycle that teaches us about our place in the world. We are reminded to slow down and sync with these rhythms embracing the lessons they impart. Real change is about transformation not just of the world around us but within us.
Glossarium
Whispers of the Winds and the Waves: The subtle yet profound communications between different elements of nature which reflect deeper truths about life and existence.
Eternal Poem of Existence: The ongoing and ever-unfolding story of life and existence as narrated by nature itself through its various forms and phenomena.
Art of Presence: The practice of being fully aware and present in each moment allowing oneself to experience life deeply and meaningfully.
Quote
“The tree does not strive to control the sea, nor does the sea demand anything from the tree. They exist, simply and beautifully, each contributing to the balance of the world.” – Space Monkey
Poetry
In the whisper of the leaf
In the gurgle of the stream
In the flight of the bird
In the vastness of the sea
Existence echoes through branches
Home is not a place but a dance of presence
Where roots hold deep and winds roam free
In the simplicity of being
We find the depths of seeing
We are Space Monkey