Trees

“When we are sad and cannot stand life, a tree can talk to us like this: Shut up! Look at me! Living is not easy, living is not difficult. These are childish thoughts. Let the God inside you speak, then they will be silent. You are worried because your path takes you away from your mother and homeland. But every step you take, every new day brings you closer to your mother. Homeland is not here or there. Home is either within or nowhere.

My heart grieves with the longing to hit the roads, when I hear the trees howling in the wind in the evenings. If you listen silently for a long time, the essence and meaning of this longing will be revealed. This is not the desire to escape from pain, as is thought. It is the longing felt for the homeland, the memory of the mother, and the new stories of life. It takes you home. Every road leads home, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is a mother.

The tree hums like this in the evening hours when we are afraid of our childish thoughts. [...] He who learns to listen to trees no longer desires to be a tree. He does not desire to be anything other than himself. This is the dormitory. This is happiness.”

(From the Promotional Bulletin)

Dough Type: 2. Dough

Size: 13.5 x 19.5