Wood’s Vale at King’s Dale
....it was at the sound of shifting patterns of un-solicitated wind,
passing through these gorges of my adorned soul,
that i first caught an encounter with your infinite being of oneness entwined,
where the osculation of your passion and zest remembered me as all-ready whole….
—-i was the one who you found striving in mind and body,
and the places of my existence were workplaces of self-expression,
while all the routines of my daily exercises came up naught-fully shoddy,
before the wholly art-full beauty of your spirit manifestation….
—-this that you re-mind-ed me of,
was the turning of my world up-side-down,
and so it was that after awakening outside of my self in-duced box hereof,
the first thing you brought forth was my ‘giving thanks’ as this became my crown….
—-all these blessing of life are the harmony of a fruit-full spirit,
and such are the teachings you brought to my remembrance,
as from the past-of to now-of moment as all i inherit,
while ages past i learned the sitting in silence before feasted accrescence….
....all that i am is the grace-full remembrance of from whence i came,
and this that caused me much striving for finding my place,
has now given way to the acclaim of all that i have became,
not by standards of other’s worth-but-worth all as i stare into your welcoming face….
And so once again I return to this place of silent sanctuary, where all that is needed is the releasing of my imagination as the images that so dance in my head are brought to life before my eyes. Ah yes, there’s a good place to go and lay my head….
....and back there before time, I soon stepped out into the flowing of sepia color, where I contrasted my self against the backdrop of art-full colors….
....now there’s a wonder-full wood story to listen too, as I gaze upon the beauty of this moment….
....I don’t come up here after the snows start falling in winter, since I would leave track and the many cross country skiers and hikers might find this place, so upon returning in the spring, one of the first places I check for sign up here is….
....and in many….many years now, the ancient fire pit remains untouched….
....and here a story to listen to, some folks reckon that the acorn that falls from yonder tree….is the sky falling in on them, but here sits one who fell from yonder sky amid all the accumulated ground cover….now go and write your own story….
”....of all the trees in the forest, i have yet to find one, that did not have a story to tell, when once i decided to stop in my haste and listen to there songs of beaut-i-full ‘wood art’….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/