How do religious rituals intersect with personal spirituality?
Through the burly boscage and past, the disintegrating greenery willowed an ancient tree which had a spiritual attachment to the culture of Indonesia. With the unusual multicolored marks scattered across the base of the idolized and cherished Eucalyptus Deglupta, the Indonesians often claimed to feel a sense of security knowing that their ancestors are always close and protecting them with all they got. Undoubtedly, this culture is glued to the remains of their beliefs which reminds them that passing off someone never truly represents that they are forever gone. Peaking through the glistening array of colors that almost seemed to be breaking out of the dark wilted off the bark, the eyes of the past are always lurking further than the grave would have seemed to allow. Despite being a sacred place home to the spirits of the beloved, deep within the greenery is always an active place with footprints constantly passing. Each of these folks that walk past these enchanting time capsules upholds a different story to the rest, and most often a different belief than the previous visitor. This land is filled to the peak of different spirits and energies that flow around the trees like the waves of the ocean. Through the rain storms and past the heat waves, these trees have seemed to withstand it all. With each body that seems to make a visitation to these holy trees all carry spiritual energy on their back. These people are willing to do anything to soothe the means of showing gratitude to the dead to authenticate their devotion to the gods and ancestors. Lost in thought, it is aimless to mark down the things these trees have seen. Removed fingers to blackened teeth, what hasn’t this tree seen? Rituals have been spun like webs around these trees for centuries and soon enough, the trees have become symbolic to what the culture believes in. The ancient dirt surrounding the roots of these saplings have been shoveled through as graves are frequently opened up to claw out the deceased to feed and re-clothe them to pay their respects. Beautiful remains were scattered around like ashes falling off the bud of a cigarette as they cascaded onto the mourning ground around the blissfully passed.
Through the burly boscage and past, the disintegrating greenery willowed an ancient tree which had a spiritual attachment to the culture of Indonesia. With the unusual multicolored marks scattered across the base of the idolized and cherished Eucalyptus Deglupta, the Indonesians often claimed to feel a sense of security knowing that their ancestors are always close and protecting them with all they got. Undoubtedly, this culture is glued to the remains of their beliefs which reminds them that passing off someone never truly represents that they are forever gone. Peaking through the glistening array of colors that almost seemed to be breaking out of the dark wilted off the bark, the eyes of the past are always lurking further than the grave would have seemed to allow. Despite being a sacred place home to the spirits of the beloved, deep within the greenery is always an active place with footprints constantly passing. Each of these folks that walk past these enchanting time capsules upholds a different story to the rest, and most often a different belief than the previous visitor. This land is filled to the peak of different spirits and energies that flow around the trees like the waves of the ocean. Through the rain storms and past the heat waves, these trees have seemed to withstand it all. With each body that seems to make a visitation to these holy trees all carry spiritual energy on their back. These people are willing to do anything to soothe the means of showing gratitude to the dead to authenticate their devotion to the gods and ancestors. Lost in thought, it is aimless to mark down the things these trees have seen. Removed fingers to blackened teeth, what hasn’t this tree seen? Rituals have been spun like webs around these trees for centuries and soon enough, the trees have become symbolic to what the culture believes in. The ancient dirt surrounding the roots of these saplings have been shoveled through as graves are frequently opened up to claw out the deceased to feed and re-clothe them to pay their respects. Beautiful remains were scattered around like ashes falling off the bud of a cigarette as they cascaded onto the mourning ground around the blissfully passed.