Level Playing Fields of Granular Wood ….mindless matter passes my way, seeking to enthrall as all-ready enchant my senses, since why have the else of speaking words begun to slow down, as i am captivated by imagination in this atmosphere of wood…. —-wood lives with quality at being, wood loves as quietly being, wood gives quantity in being, wood allows me quantium of being…. —-and so it was that one day, i walked away from where all the dead gathered at...
The Wild of the Woods ….and so i walk the footsteps of those who precede my thinking, these are the spirit’s of rustic woodlands as found herein, and it is they who speak in an un-known tongue from the forest of living, a language that not many today have the time to learn away from the clatter…. —-clatter comes in many shapes and forms, but the duty of clatter is all-ways the same, and that is to distract one from the beauty of silence, needless to say that clat...
Cultures of Sculptures ….this are the images of my heart, wherein lies the nourishment for my soul, taken across the canvas of landscaped forests of green, and so the green is a living color that breathes of what i am…. —-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…. —-...
Folk-Wood-Tales ....deserted and hard pressed, peeled back from weathered exposure, i often think back to younger days, when those that passed me by gave thanks…. —-my scar is deep that runs within my trunk, and this i received at the hands of an-other, scars and wounds are but battle purging follies, while i am left to bear a showing of what re-mains…. —-tis better that i bear my pain of shame, in the silence of these forgotten woods, since when will come tho...
Words of Heart —-today i stopped along my way to breathe, as it had been some time since i had passed here before, much was the clutter of ancient baggage i had so accumulated, till from the many aspirations of all that surrounded me; ....i grew, a heavy heart…. —-good natured and kindly objects of activity, were these favorites who came to play their wares, what did they know that i wanted none of their things, and so i closed the door for what seemed an eternity ...
Singing Wood Stories ….silence in this place of where i work, is but the pause of in-between wood fractures, that repel any outward sign of talk commodities, as the gouge moves incessantly along a dreamweaver’s path…. —-did i say i live to create my ‘wood art’, or has this creation of something bigger then i, be-come the sculptor of one such as i, whereas the creation now be-gats the formation of who i am…. —-my imaged likeness is const...
Wood of Acquisition ….in this place of all that surrounds me here, i am infatuated with the beauty that comes from wood, where one can go from being pressed hard to circumvent tasteless wood journeys, into the artistic imaginations of finding my place as ‘wood art’.... —-and so with that thought in mind, slowly i arise from the floor-space, where i have been doing time in my work-space, as i push up from this place of knee-space…. —-stretching now ...
Tabitha Cum....a descriptive journey —-and so you made your incision in metre,out there in the octaves of wooded living space,you waited till one such as i came walking by,and in your patience of never losing hope, ....” i stopped and said, little girl arise….” —-your patience was in the ages of eons,where golden haired angels of filamentous wispy inspired desire,cater to the one’s of us who walk with eyes in the sky,never having a reason beyond the one you gave, ....” i stopped a...
Blogging Be-tween Other Office Paper-Work Yes this is how my morning has filled up, while sitting here at my desk, amongst this stacked pile of what must be done with paperwork. This is not what brings out the best in me at i-of-eye, but then again with patience and giving of thanks….so I will overcome! Notes to myself, also include: —-writing notes on what is to be done around here at the farm….—-writing notes and calling about site work, energy codes, building ...
Written In and By Wood ....and so I capped the ending of last evening with a short walk in the woods, short walking is not like waundering and means I was only gone for about two hours, but then that also includes about an hour of just sitting in silence and hearing what the forest had to say. On the subject of ‘waundering’ let me just add, that all who waunder are not lost, but then some also ‘waunder’ as having slipped the veil….explanation, well maybe in an...
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