And whom , or what, is one to love? Is one to choose a certain leaf upon the Tree of Life and pour upon it all ones Heart? What of the branch that bears the leaf? What of the stem that holds the branch? What of the bark that shields the stem? What of the roots that feed the bark, the stem, the branches and leaves? What of the soil embosoming the roots? What of the sun, and sea, and air that fertilise the soil?
If one small leaf upon a tree be worthy of your love how much more so the tree in its entirety? The love that singles out a fraction of the whole foredooms itself to grief.
You say, ‘But there be leaves and leaves upon a single tree. Some are healthy, some are sick; some are beautiful, some, ugly; some are giants, some are dwarfs. How can we help but pick and choose?’
I say to you, Out of the paleness of the sick proceeds the freshness of the healthy. I further say to you that ugliness is Beauty’s palette, paint and brush; and the dwarf would not have been a dwarf had he not given of his stature to the giant.
You are the Tree of Life. Beware of fractioning yourselves. Set not a fruit against a fruit, a leaf against a leaf, a bough against a bough; nor set the stem against the roots; nor set the tree against the mother-soil. That is precisely what you do when you love one part more than the rest, or to the exclusion of the rest.
You are the Tree of Life. Your roots are everywhere. Your boughs ad leaves are everywhere. Your fruits are in every mouth…
Love is the sap of life. While Hatred is the pus of Death. But love, like blood, must circulate unhindered in the veins. Repress the blood, and it becomes a menace and a plague. And what is Hate but Love repressed, or Love withheld, therefore becoming such a deadly poison both to the feeder and the fed; both to the hater and to that he hates?
A yellow leaf upon your tree of life is nut a Love-weaned leaf. Blame not the yellow leaf.
Book of Mirdad – Mikhail Naimy