For the poet Yosipa, her spiritual journey has been like that of a child jumping up and trying to touch that overhanging branch on a tree, to swipe the tips of its leaves. He or she doesn’t give up, but continues to try, knowing that one day it will be possible. And then suddenly, the child is grown; he or she no longer needs to jump to reach the tree and instead can just be one with the tree and everything else—effortlessly.