My Right leg wrapping around the left.
In between my ankles... the pinnacle of a giant pine tree.
Arms stretching out. Eyes closed. Relaxed. I wait.
Silently calling, "Masawat." (The Wind).
"Masawat?"
Looking...Listening... deep inside me. Outside me ... wanting to be answered.

Me, the tree, The Earth.
Masawat.
Each our own and Listening loudly. Masawat whispers, oh so faintly. "Onenesssssssssss."

The canopy rustles as a wave of wind seeps threw and the trunk slightly bends to Hear.
Still atop the tree, I'm free, swaying, being the trunk, the branches, and the canopy.

Tight as a board.
As relaxed as a rag, my body drifts.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Face raised to the sun. Warmth dripping down me.

My Listening lengthens me.
Passing through that space deep inside where my strength resides.
My legs extend to the ground and are firmly planted.
My feet are the roots. My toes dig into the dirt gripping on in and down.

My minds' eye comes back to its Self - remembering climbing the tree.
Entangled in branches.
Reaching, gripping a branch.
Pulling my Self up, up, up, up - past each obstruction.

Seeing my Self - vulnerable - six feet below the Pinnacle. I watch as I wait.

Waiting for the Right time, the Right Action, the Right opening to shift to the top of the tree.

I'm clinging tight so I don't fall. Sap stained palms. Scrapes I ignore. There is no pain. Just the top.

Masawat urges me.
Rise. Release. Rejoice.
It takes willingness to rise - more than three times; I attempt to release my grip. My fingers don't budge.

Finally Enough..
I simply move and am moved. No thought. No fear. No Distance around me.

The interstices are filled.