** The Pine Tree **

 
 

  It is night and I am surrounded by a peaceful illuminating darkness. I am sitting under a tree and I am leaning against its great trunk. I can feel it strength, what kind of tree is this? Ah, it is a white pine tree, but I have seen this tree before. Was it one of my dreams? No, it was someone else's dream, it was her dream, I remember being in it. We were walking along a path, a fairly open path with lots of space around us.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   
  Beyond the open space, on each side of the path, there were trees, all kinds of trees. And there was this one large tree, a pine tree, which stood above all the others. It stood there, so immense, so strong, and so confident. In all its beautiful splendor, it was peacefully protecting its kingdom. Yes, this pine tree was truly a king, and he was the security behind all freedom.
 
 
 
   

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We were walking along the path still, the path of life I think, and we are walking side by side, equally, learning from one another. Advancing together, we leave a special space between us, a precious space, for through this space we can feel each other, we can sense each other, and we can invisibly touch each other. Like a comfortable silence, we are intimately connected …. but we are also individually free, free to roam on our own, to run, to dance, to scream, and to sing. Ah yes, in this tree kingdom we could truly do what we wanted for we both knew that the large pine tree would always be above us.
   

 
   
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