Open Window Gazing at Open Heavens
....and so i thought to start with some open window glazing,
while at my place of having an open heaven gazing,
just before the snoots come round and spoiled my imaginative phasing,
since this is the cup of drought that i am bent on praising….
—-words and words and so we go till in my bowels i speak by vowels,
vocalic and vocalic am i in this zip suit of my being,
till all the imaginations of my heart gave way to laughing howls,
and i at my place of thought-full impute came forth geeing….
—-stories and stories are the requested mode of transportation,
till in my head i came up with a rhyme to give those other’s of my-self,
“transport the likes and yikes of what you call salvation,
till first you get to see the other’s point of view as coming from one-self….”
—-and so once again i went and stood where angels//demons fear to tread,
since from this vantage point of all is good i gave some thanks,
tis not the reason i looked to import some slippage waste of where i bled,
the cause of much my pain that rises up in me of soul-full pranks….
....wrangling lyrics played with dueling lyrics at quarreling lyrics,
till the crowd of all invited guests were left holding scripted scripts,
i said tis not my way to play this encrypted part of dancing pyrrhic’s,
so once again i gave a twist and shook my shape for outer limit trips….
Thinking is the thought-full art of working hands, all bent on creating a place of image harmony! Now having said that, I’ve went and said a mouth-full of wasted praise unless I can eliminate the waste and keep the good….right? Bah humbug!!! What if you should decide right now to see no-more waste and therefore realize that all that is before you is for your common good and common use?—-or—-! ”All is yours, take all that you want, only use all that you take!”
So now having said that I went and stood in the place of ‘very good’ and looked again at what and where I stood….
....what if by standing here in this place, can you truth-fully tell me which side of the room you are standing and gazing from….
....what if you saw that from where you stood, while gazing through that window to blue skies with branches of art-full trees was the within of inside of where you were meant to dwell? And what if you had no separating wall to divide what is only divided by the way you have been trained see? Would this noy bring forth works of art-full 'wood art' the likes of which are even now waiting to be exposed by the all that you are!
”….and then one day I realized that it was not the fault of other’s that limited me, and years of experience or non-experience had no bearing whatsoever upon my worth at ‘wood art’, my seeing was the culprit who had encased my imagination and the freeing of seeing came when I gave up the right to choose from walls of separation….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/