Ageless Crafted Lumber Jock-of-Soul’s
....morning breaks of greenin’ imagery,
as i stare out over these beaut-i-full mounds of ground,
till from the place of my highbrow self induced lamasery,
i was reduced to being in charge of sound effects with the peepers at the pound….
—-now i can laugh since it was there i finally found my salvation,
far away from the crafted priesthood of all those other mortal combats,
yes this is where i have finally come to grips with periodic’s of thoughtless menstruation,
as in-coming thoughts are now being regulated with outflows of very wood greats….
—-many were the bount-i-full joys i got from hangin’ out at ‘ezra’s pound’,
such as the first time i went in search of forest wood,
”I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;....
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.” The Garden; by Ezra Pound
and much was the dimensions where abundant woods abound,
streaming de-lights as all leafed out from where i stood….
....i now give thanks to many worker’s of woods,
those ones who gaze with hands all filled with fullness of tools,
and bearing forth their works of wooded project goods,
these are the many me’s of all ageless crafted lumber jock-of-souls….
Went a walkin’ in the fields of garden woods, were the god’s are dreamin’ within their hollows of hallowed, and there I stopped and stood to pass a dream with the other many created creations….
....come, and create a walkway in your mind of daily endeavors were the smell of woods takes one over the outcroppings of granite ledges....
....out away from the crowded work spaces of many other's into the mountains, where time becomes a thing of past and so I watch as my spirit soars free....
....and so i saw that there was a place in the forest where i found my-self as a tree, likened after ageless eternity, where the ancient ones showed me a way to live in harmony....
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/