rhythm of wood

I’ve been to that tree
twisted in the winds of time
limbs held to the sky
for Mark
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Jack London State Park
I have forgotten more than I have ever known
The rhythm of a life like the rhythm of breathing
The rhythm of steps upon a path trodden by others
Mysteries and experiments in living
Each day a new adventure
And another day of mystery living out
A history made in the rhythm of breathe and steps and life
Assured that everything in life deserves a grateful look *

Warmth of old wood
Light of Spring
Sun
Breathe of wind off the ocean
Oโ€™er the short plain and verdant hills
Wind of mystery
Wind that blows through the rhythms of life
Sun that shines on all
Sun that shines this way on only one
One who is lonely
One who is hopeful
One who wonders at the mysterious questions of being
One who feels the rhythm of breathe and steps and life

Blessed by wood from long dead trees
Blessed to know of one who wondered and experimented
Blessed to see the terraces built to preserve the soil of the earth
Blessed in each breathe
Blessed in each step
And stepping on further as the sun shines on
Assured that everything in life deserves a grateful look *

*A line by Patti Trimble http://pattitrimble.com/
Jack London State Park

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