Standing motionless, I examined the pastoral scene in silence, in openness, like a living statue, imbued with a deep sense of calm and poise, the cool air gliding about me like an attendant angel.
I breathed softly, with simple and steady breaths, instantly enamored of my place in this fair and verdant pass, where the murky river bends around the bank in a long curve, past the swinging rope, and under the old stone bridge, where shadows drop like dark curtains, hiding the rocks below as though they were the source of secret knowledge.
The colours captured my imagination, and my inert form was roused to joy and sudden inspiration, as though God above had on a whim breathed life into his man of clay. In my body of stone, I had the addition of pneuma, the rush and energy and elixir of spirit.
In new and revivified wonder, I examined the abundance of precious gold before me, displayed like finery, bespangling the lofty Gingko trees parading at the river in verve and glamour. Like huge sequins their gold leaves danced and shimmered with the breeze.
Ahh, the mighty river, sleek and supple and gracious, like a magnificent hostess to life. The resplendent trees looked on with reverence and esteem towards their ever present mother figure, their nurturer, their keeper and guide. The river — the fountain of youth itself!
And even though the rank sores of past misunderstanding ached and throbbed in an awful hidden reality, away in the distance of past lives, secreted adroitly in my endless soul, I basked presently in the glutting joy of colour — yellows, pallid browns, ochre and the supple greens of new life.
Verdancy is the God I shall worship, by my very troth! I should be glad to assume this awesome stature myself, as modelled by the Gingkos, and hold myself riteous in robes of generous and effervescent gold!
But, and in a strange triumph, the procession and proceedings are a supremely humble affair. The bombast of colour knows no sound other than the gliding hush of the winter wind. This regal occasion is only whisper loud, and that is the way God would have it, and this, I think, is why I worship Him the more…
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adamdaniel 