Meditation on a path, a tunnel to somewhere, where, to wake up your mind on the morning of another life?

A path is sometimes taken away, sunlight entered through another door, but life is opening doors in places and years we travel towards these are the destinations.

A single point in the sky created by a very tall, single tree, bleak, yet surrounded by a green hill, with no clouds in the sky.

That single tree has become a point for meditation of the earth, not as one center but of the many centered ways.

One path to that tree, one point for that solitary figure, other with their one point to the single tree.

Middays that are torn, thoughts never taken by an overcast sky to become a storm, the single tree accepts that point, staying within the sun, rain or storm.

Gentleness of the one tree, its all things to all thoughts, never that single tree, to those that contemplate deep within themselves.

Robert J. Matsunaga