Sitting With Some Old Friends
….sitting with some old friends,
and what is this need that shakes my be-ing,
till from the shards of my distant past,
comes the dust storm of ever present wood-chips….
….these friends have sat patiently now,
as the years pass and seasons come and go,
their numbers all-ways on the increase-decrease,
but with patience and expectancy they abide….
….my friends have with-stood the ages of change,
knowing that in these times-these too shall pass,
how often against the back-drop of shadow illusion,
I often feel their soul of wood starting to awake….
….these my friends live on the edge of chaotic desire,
where in-spiration is the off-shoot of maverick imagination,
and I often times be-come in-tangled in their future fate,
having long ago understood the need to hear them speak….
....friends as these have long ago accepted my needs of ego,
and yet they have shown me how to shape for the wood,
all the while giving me space to re-fine an art-full practice,
where wood meets the hands of one born to live a dream….
....up here i am truly in the freedom of silence,
where the winds of change can buffet my soul,
far removed from the busy chatter of noisy man,
and my dreams bear wings to soar with the clouds…..
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/