....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 surrounded myself with an-other species to draw their attention, while ages past and i laughed at all their lack of foresight….
—-these ones that came were soon to carry the claim of despoilers of the land, and in their filth of digress they taunted the simple minds from pulpits of plundered wood, ‘destitutes of divagated truth’ these pulpiteers hounded to enrage for crusades of myth, since to this way of thinking their inspired coffers grew by the offerings of many….
—-in the tree is the right of life, but knowing that this would be too simple, i gave the many a choice of good and bad to taunt their minds with induced knowledge, and then i sat to watch the multitudes scramble across ageless illusions of get it while you can….
....and so in times of past where wood is my beginning of best, i did my-self a favor and presented a taste of shapeshifting zest, while for the viewing of some at the round table of artistic expression, i said enough is enough and now is the time to get down and do some ‘wood art’....
....and in these times of seeming change, the call went forth as to were there any who could be adjustable, while all the while i held my ground as one who had seen this all before, so in the passing of forest den i gave some thanks and rose again....
”....all I ever wanted to be, is found as what I am now, in-joy-ing by giving up my need to assert a self, and I am so found at living my dreams by ‘live edge’....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/