Sapience of Sagaciousness
....and so as the lightness of your fog escapes my parting willow lips,
i am soon enough transformed into the awakened morning dew,
where past participles of running brooks give meaning to a hidden eclipse,
just as i now know the heart felt yearning of your imbue….
—-come now along my derived sweetened green of morning tea,
as in this our aromatic moments of budded shivered foresights,
we are passed along the rising rock walls of a turbulent grey sea,
where casting off our enchanted dreams of yesterdays shadowy hindsight’s….
—-and coming to my place of settled forethought,
i soon found wood to be the sapience of sagaciousness,
in-grained we strived for place with movement culled from afterthought,
while willing our-selves to common ground in the spaciousness of graciousness….
—-this thing i call sculptured wood is only passing imagination,
since from the shoreline of ocean’s mist of drifted-wood,
i re-called my living in forests of mighty woods as walking rustic spirits of elation,
and beneath this garment of spirit dress i stand a king in kingdom of good….
—-pass not lightly on your way of daily waunderings,
till you have stopped beside the brook that runs from inside your being,
and gaze within to comptemplate the art of all your beginnings,
since from this well is found the joy-full sound of vibrant-self come singing….
....singing the songs of all my creations,
i now give thanks for having found the re-newed ears of hearing,
where all that i am is but the sum of all my inspirations,
and knowing the sound of all my worth i am found as having sure footed bearing….
And then in the garden of my eden I found one likened such as this, where beauty is beholden to no ones shadow, and in your pedals I wished to lay my head, for this is the place where dreamers still can be found….
Enjoy and thank you.
....some said that dreams were where the foolish gathered to pass their lives in passive style, and if that were so then still let my soul have more of such likened dreams, since from this pit of fire brewed picture breath, i have gathered the wants of doing all my imagined imaginations....
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/