This beautiful Ginkgo came to me today, the only living species of its pool that is 290 million years old.
A tree that survived the bombing of Hiroshima.
With a song of peace and hope, with a bark of yin and yang.
Its leaves immediately catching my eye, then turning themselves to me through all the seasons of all the times.
There is a mystical embrace here…so many dots connecting and dispersing.
I return home to a poem written in 1819.
And completely in trance now with the poem here handling duality and non duality like having a cup of tea in a lazy summer afternoon.
This is how the grand secrets come to us.
This is how I fall in love again and again.
This is how my heart is a giant river of green love, of heart’s light . 
-vaishali
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Gingo bilboa
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Dieses Baums Blatt, der von Osten
Meinem Garten anvertraut,
Giebt geheimen Sinn zu kosten,
Wie’s den Wissenden erbaut,
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Ist es Ein lebendig Wesen,
Das sich in sich selbst getrennt?
Sind es zwei, die sich erlesen,
Daß man sie als Eines kennt?
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Solche Frage zu erwidern,
Fand ich wohl den rechten Sinn,
Fühlst du nicht an meinen Liedern,
Daß ich Eins und doppelt bin?
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This leaf from a tree in the East,
Has been given to my garden.
It reveals a certain secret,
Which pleases me and thoughtful people.
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Is it one living being,
Which has separated in itself?
Or are these two, who chose
To be recognized as one?
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Answering this kind of question,
Haven’t I found the proper meaning,
Don’t you feel in my songs,
That I’m one and double?
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– Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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