The wind brings all the accents of the woods to the cabin. The cabin looks up at the majestic silver pine. It wants to be the brother of them. The Nature brings all the people to the cabin. The cabin opens up its arms, sheltering the inquirers with warmth and delight.
Beneath the arms, the triangular void is the color, the aura, the spirit of the white pine. The slightly rough smoothness of its skin glows the pigments painted by the forest.
Ascension, one step, two step, the cabin clears up meditators’ mind, and tears down their unnecessary attachment. They meditate inside the white pine. They hear the sounds of the woodland, as vibrant as the sounds of their own mind.
Some time later, they may find letting go of all is the synonym of embracing all. All the colors of the nature, of the woods, of the minds, reflect in the cabin and in the people who meditate. Nature is both inside and outside, so is it for peace.