After weeks of winter storms, the giant Pine tree next to his house was still standing. Now the sun had returned, and today it was brightly shining. The sky was as blue as blue can be, and tranquility reigned over bird and bee. At just the right moment he instinctively moved up next to the tree’s trunk and placed his hand on the drying bark.
In taking this moment as the path, he joined with the essential mind of the tree in silent gratitude for the comforting warmth of the fresh sunlight. They together — man and tree — were not dwelling on the way things appeared, were not confused by any of that, but simply rested in how things actually are. Since there is no language to describe this sublimity, suffice it to say that a union of emptiness and clarity, of wisdom and the great expanse, serenely prevailed.
Resting naturally within the empty essence of this day, permeated by the silent but vivid awareness that persists behind and beyond all manifest and unmanifest phenomena, man and tree shared the bliss of the timeless mystery, and regardless of what had passed, what was happening or not happening now, or what would come along someday, all was undeniably well.