Artistic Expression ....skin of choice they came and asked, till in my thinking i thought to add, “give me an outer of corky dead fibrous cells, so i can be inner living with sapwood and heartwood….” —-ah yes, it doesn’t get much better than this, since from my before beginning, i have progressed in size to that of highly aged wood…. —-and so the many came as they sought me, fought over me in the playing fields of forest god’s, where i ...
Artistic Contrast ....from out of time i have come, to gather my-self for an outward expression of mastery, and what if from the heart of eternal being i am spun, left even now with this after-taste of scorched cosmic cautery…. —-i was the one set adrift upon golden threads of scarlet inheritance, just as that branch of the wu t’ung tree gave me a place of rest, while these mountains that so surround bow in abasiance, and was i the one to call the wind into this sphere...
....of OutHouses and Septic’s Galore ....and so while walking through this break in a stone wall, i spied into the life of one such as i, where have all your sayings of yesterday gone, when one such as i walks into your scrapbook of life imagined images…. —-no leaf falling to the earthen floor of my domain, screamed so loud from it’s palace of branches throne, as when it settled to fathom the amazing amassing of culture exchange, that is being written as i speak...
Open Slathers of…. ....these moments of time, are but the beginning of my processed self, where i have long ago given up the shape of being right, as i am now extolled into the more of this thing called oneness…. —-and where does my oneness spring from, if not from the heart of one who has all-ready made a master’s plan, just as this one i came to know as ‘old timer’, has also exposed my heart of longing to be an artist of some sorts…. —...
A Brush Stroke of Illusion ....at end of day, when all my world has had it’s say, and now i am giving these places in my heart, a time to settle down for a good nights rest…. —-comes the longing crisp of a brushes breath, and so i give the right to let the colors fly,while painting this wood with sealing stealth, where once again i impart a stop gap by and by…. —-wondering now i watch the dance, as brush gives color streams of pigment gloss, while who ca...
Evergreens of Ages Now ....and as i stood gazing into the heavens, i was re-minded of some whisperings that had once passed before, “is not the right to critique with gawker’s of leavens, what keeps one from entering through the door”.... —-while in the midst of hearing cloudy swirls, goes my thought-full yesterday’s of waundering walkabouts, and to my wondering eye in need of joy-full sounding purls, comes the awakened dreams within of knowing my inner-clo...
A Kings Gathering ....and just as this morning comes in freshness rising over the land, what will my day be likened to when all my days are done, and where comes now this cup of tea with heady romantic after-thoughts, while in my bosom the knarly hands of fate have sealed my day…. —-i am the breathe of subtile golden delight, that wings it’s way over fields that are coming awake, and in my soul there still sours the after-taste of blight, which had caught me unarmed as...
Un-Covering an Old Friend ....and so it was in the now of ever, that I heard your sigh of wishing endeavor, till i knew the time had come for moments un-veiling,as i stood before your monolithic scaling…. —-to your sleeping time of years gone by, there is this awakening of joy-full cry, and i am also jumping within the soul of your tree,since won’t be long till we are art-fully free… I love to tell stories, and story telling of old trees is what I am purposed ...
—-more thoughts on, Wood Cognition ....and in this walking out the lay of land, I sat a while and took some thought, this tea of wood is quite the drink, all filled with herbs of heady moss…. —-till in the sitting i soon was shown, that much we pass is soon not seen, and then i knew the why of wisdom hid, since each must learn out of cisterns they have filled…. I was sitting here looking into this spot of wood space, while thinking of the coming days ahead...
Gathering Wood Cognition ....so I came to waundering forth into the breaking of a new dawn, where sunlights of dew laden drops made glad the heart felt of earthen warmth, till in my journey i breathed the golden ether of flowers starting to weather, and in this passing of time i was thank-full to start the day…. ....and as the day came close to ending dusk, i shed my tools of schedule to go and play where childhood enables, since in this walk of streams gone free of snow melt dribble...
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