Indian Paint Brushes
....the extension of my being,
is the gifting of all things as one,
just as the where-with-all of partaking from daily seeing,
has now stepped forth to include my completed self as being finished and done….
And so at the end of the day on Saturday, I walked through the back yard and was drawn to the beauty of these….what we call, ‘Indian Paint Brushes’. When mowing out back we will skip large areas of the yard at times and leave this and other clumps of yard as un-mowen, to let the beauty of ones such as these shine through the landscape. And yes, then there are those who out driving or getting lost in our neck of the woods will often stop and admire or comment about the flowers.
.... so I post these pictures of what to me, is pure beauty found in the essence of delight-full seeing, can you imagine, what is found in the virtue of character as one such as this….
....and stepping back, one will notice how the many start to fill in all the gaps….
....and then I stopped to listen in the silence of the moment….
....till in my ears was heard the sound of joy-full- singing….
....and I saw that none where greater and there was no lesser, all were created equal and in the hearing of this joy-full song, my heart likewise joined in the singing of creating lasting art….
....art I the one who has much to give thanks for, and so to the many around I said thanks….
....and passing this way again, I sought to measure my being of character and found my-self as all within the framework of an-other time of crisp and clear lines, practicing my hand made ‘wood joinery’....
”....all that i am, is found as having a place in the essence of all, where i am thank-full that from the forest of woods that surround my being, i am enhanced by the making of ‘wood art’….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/