There was once a forest of mighty oak trees which stood dominantly above the rest of nature far below. The thick established trunks, networks of branches and large canopies of smothering leaves reached high into the sky blocking out the sunlight and draining the soil of all spare reserves of nutrients. All other trees and bushes and flowers could not flourish beneath this life sapping competition. Every year the next generation of acorns would fall from the mighty oaks onto the ground below. They stood little chance of gaining a foothold in the barren soil and soon withered and died. A few were carried away by the streams and the winds to fertile soils and better conditions elsewhere.
But there was one acorn who was different. He fell onto the ground between a rock and a hard place and had almost given up all hope of ever finding his roots in this place and looked longingly up at the mighty oaks above. He made a determined wish and asked for help into the blackness and emptiness of the forest.
A squirrel foraging for food came running up – thoughts of winter approaching and storing reserves of food. It picked up the acorn and looked around for a suitable place to bury the little chap with a mind to dig it up later when the winter snows arrived and food was scarce. A single shaft of sunlight highlighted a small area in a clearing. The squirrel rushed over and buried the acorn deep beneath the soil. Winter came and went and the squirrel had forgotten where it had placed the acorn. Spring arrived and a small amount of rain was able to get through the canopy onto the clearing below. The sun too was able to shine on the same spot everyday.
You can visit this forest today, you can still see many oak trees stretching high into the sky and if you find your way to the middle, in a clearing, you will see a mighty tree with a thick girth of a trunk, branches and leaves galore and home to many squirrels and birds – the oldest, wisest oak in the forest. If you find yourself a comfy spot and sit yourself under that tree, close your eyes and still your mind, you may just be able to picture a small tree, growing day by day, reaching up for that small gap in the canopy, stretching ever onwards, determined and focused towards the single shaft of sunlight shining high in the sky providing a path towards its destiny.
Wherever you are, look always towards the light my friends and you will be shown the right path to follow until you too reach your destiny.