When you go out into the woods and you look at trees, you see all these different trees. And some of them are bent, and some of them are straight, and some of them are evergreens, and some of them are whatever. And you look at the tree and you allow it. You see why it is the way it is. You sort of understand that it didn’t get enough light, and so it turned that way. And you don’t get all emotional about it. You just allow it. You appreciate the tree. The minute you get near humans, you lose all that. And you are constantly saying, ‘You’re too this, or I’m too this.’ That judging mind comes in. And so I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are.

Ram Dass

A beautiful and highly appropriate analogy by Ram Dass – I will try to practise it myself. Thanks


4 thoughts on “Men & Trees

  1. Every summer, starting around Victoria Day (May 1), many of my young friends start suggesting we take a walk in certain forested areas of the city (Toronto). There are always a good number of men wandering the well-worn paths through the trees and along the lakeside. It’s not unusual to have most of the men doff their cloths in an attempt to encourage greater interaction with each other, and enjoy that ineffable sensation that naked forest adventures guarantee.
    Occasionally, I’ll lead one of my young men to a certain fallen oak whose bark has been stripped away, leaving a smooth rounded surface. I bend him over the trunk and firmly restrain his hands and feet to each other, using my bandana to blindfold him. He knows what he’s about to experience. I repeat the Priapic Invocation and slide into his wet puckerhole, holding an oak branch over his body, symbol of strength and the sacred rod of Priapus.
    Others have gathered round and, as I bend to kiss his fukhole and retreat, others are there to take my place, each stroking their own beautiful cock, waiting for their turn to impale his pale white ass. Some use his mouth in which to squirt their seed, some simply sit or stand above him on the mighty oak tree trunk and spray his back until their sacred nectar is flowing down his ass crack.
    The sun has set. Dusk turns to night. The arm of the Milky Way can be seen through the trees. The last naked man has shared his seed with my boy, returning to the forest, giving me a “thumbs up” and a big grin as he passes. My young man is motionless, but that’s to be expected. I remove the restraints and help him to a low rock covered with a blanket.
    I give him water and apple slices and he looks up at me with a smile of understanding. He has experienced the forest in a way he’s never known before. He has a deeper understanding of the mystical powers that the forest reveals only to those who are willing to see its sublime beauty. He is the union of the Sacred and the Profane. Hail Priapus!

  2. National Park Service Ranger: FINALLY our tax dollars going to something worthwhile!

  3. A beautiful and highly appropriate analogy by Ram Dass – I will try to practise it myself. Thanks

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