Terpsichore Foliage Waunderings
….finding the lightness of your weight,
i was stopped in my tracks by the rightness of your step,
as you swung to and fro with elliptical ecstasy,
till after being inspired once again i gave thanks….
I came across this one last evening out in the woods, practicing the art of dance and was immediately captivated by the beauty of what was going on….
....some have often wondered as to where I get my inspiration from and to those I will usually reply that inspiration rides on the wings of imagination. And so it is with this leaf dancing in the wind, suspended between the ether of heavens and the plains of terra…..
....and from where I stood I could hear this one laughing with the universe, that all was ‘very good’.
I wrote some days ago, in a story about “venting as a leaf”; Cultures of Sculptures
”—-have you entertained the thought of venting as a leaf,
on the back of an un-de-fined-un-re-fined wind,
accepting for the moment of moving time your delay of free will,
and so you ride the backside of this storm furore bearing gifts….”
Now one of the definitions of ‘vent’ is “activity that releases or expresses creative energy or emotion” and so it is with my creative goings in the arena of imagination. Imagination is free to any and all that would care to express them-selves in this way, but it will cost you every-thing that you have hoarded and hold as sacred. Out here in these woods with ones such as these is where I get my inspiration from for that next piece of ‘wood art’ that I will create. Out here watching this leaf dance in the wind for an hour last evening, was enough time spent to awaken within me the remembering of a piece of curly maple and two rough slabs of oak that will yet become a table with an Asian flair….
….skating on the breath of air has become my windward desire,
and so i am found as one held before the gaze of your eyes,
where what matters is not the time that rolls by the years of my space,
but all that ‘just is’ can now be known as all i am….
And so now I ask but one question, have you ever felt like venting as a leaf and riding the wind with outspread wings of imagination?
”….to ride the wind is where i was meant to be, dwelling out of reach of other’s hands, while in this company of gathered mass, i often wish to forget my way home….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/