Imagination as Timed Out
....and so it comes that with the passing of time,
i sought to find a way to get outside that box of losing my-self,
by being regulated//manipulated to the governing of the tick-tock,
where all creation awaits the timeless shape shifting viewers of master sculptors….
—-this thing we call wood,
is but the image that presents it-self to us as before us,
and therefore can be likened to the trees that are found in forest glens,
from taking the moments of now to stop and smell the all that is before us….
—-i can walk the top of a cathedral granite ledge,
and hear the sounds of all the ‘ancient ones’ welcoming me to sit and hear a story,
some of these are as full-age ripened fruit of ageless wisdom,
and some are still gathering wisdom to pass on at latter dates….
—-all time is to be in-joy-ed as coming from a fountain of full-ness,
and when i had learned to taste the full-ness of time,
i also came to understand that time is a companion walking beside me from my beginning,
and that also there is a place were i am found at-and-in before the beginning….
—-it is from this experience of timeless storytellers,
that i have come forth to write of the stories that are written in wood,
much like those other sculptors who carved their stories in stone,
and then there are the brushers of colors on ageless pieces of canvas….
....all that we write need not be written with ink and pen,
but all that we write will be remembered in the hearts of those who are reading us,
and in this way i soon got out-side my box of timing self,
that in my giving of beauties of ‘wood art’ there came the losing of my time….
And so I thought to pick up again today from where I had left off in yesterday’s writing blog. As I was saying, having some time between two meetings I was involved with, left me with an opportunity to get outside of time and waunder in my spirit for a while. Traveling down a back road, I soon arrived at this my point of ‘dis-em-bark-at-i-on’, and so starts a word story….
....and so I traveled to a place we usually end up at in the fall, since this has also served in October as one of our last swims before the coming of winter and snowwwwww….so here I stopped at Echo Lake and took a picture of where I was going….
....and then through this welcoming doorway I stepped out of time….
....timeless, is energy that has speed-ed up to match the flow of where i am going, as where i am….and so i pass on before this way to stop and stare, while also discarding all that of matter….
....and again I look between a blink….
....have you ever found yourself thinking about what it must be to appear as a fly on the wall….and so while here I counted three flies….
....and still counting I shifted my view and came up with eight more….just remember to count those ‘white’ helmets….
....now passing on I ascend to the top, and stop to inhale the all i see….some wonder where imagination comes from, and so did I, till one day I stopped, stepped out of my box and never looking back, I found my-self as free of all the ground clutter that had so thought to entangle me….
....and so for todays quote, I will give space to one who has long inspired the all that i am….”I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” —by Albert Einstein
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/