There once was an old man, a wanderer, a traveller. He travelled many places, far and wide. The man was a good listener. He liked to listen, and help whenever possible. Some people would talk and talk and talk, but not really say anything. The man tended to not stay too long around those types. He didn't just listen to people, sometimes he listened to things that were not usually listened to. Sometimes the moon would sing him to sleep, and the sun would boom it's welcoming joy, or the wind would whisper it's gentle encouragement, or the earth would emanate to him it's love. That was one of the best reasons for travelling.
The man can talk to nature more easily than human beings. Nature knows what it is, a tree knows what it is, the earth knows what it is. Humans think they know what they are, but they don't.
One day the man was walking along the coast of a land far away. He walked with his staff, along golden beaches and up along cliffs. He walked until he came across an old tree near the edge of a cliff. The man sat down to rest and admire the view. He felt the urge to stay there and keep watch for something. As the man was a good listener, it didn't take long for him to hear the story of the tree. The man felt a great sadness, a beautiful sadness. The tree told him a story. A long time ago there was a beautiful young girl and a handsome fisherman. They played in the sun, walked along the cliffs, just like the man had, and sat and watched the sunset from underneath the tree. The girl would wave to the fisherman as he set off to sea, and look out for his return from under the tree. She used to sit there waiting for him to come home. One day she sat under the tree waiting. One day turned into a week. And week after week, lonely sunset after lonely sunset, waiting. She promised to stay and lookout for the young man until he came back. And there she stayed since. Just because the man listened, really listened, the energy could let go. And it did. The sadness lifted and and a fresh breeze rustled the branches of the tree. The man felt a great calmness and watched the sunset over the ocean. It was time to move on. He's probably still out there, wandering.
