Baobab Time

In the giant green house in the Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens stands a Baobab tree.

I felt him watching me taking photos through an eye in his bark. 

The eye of the baobab looks like a galaxy, a galaxy on the skin and an image of the depth inside.

Maybe something has been dropped into this bubbling pulsating network of fibers and nodes. 

I see life moving.

This image is a snapshot, frozen in time, of the eye taking in what it sees.

But my mind tells me that there is no movement on the bark of the tree.

Could it be that the baobab has his own speed as he sees with nearly still slowness?

Bubbling and pulsating take place and flow in baobab time.

I believe in nature every being has its own time. There is a time of the flower, a time of the bee, a time of the rock, a time of the wind and a time of the human being in each moment.

I can stop and feel into the baobab time 

and for a moment I forget the idea that my time measures all what is happening.

Time stands still and loses its relevance.