Sabbaticals of Fine Wood Joineries
....and so out from my waundering past experience of trailblazing glory,
i stopped a moment before the wealth of your beauty,
who is this one who stands before me having a richness of story,
and can you tell me after hearing your words what may be my duty….
—-walking this path, from in the wooded covering of your much entangled new found overgrowth, has drawn out the the fire that beats within my chest of passion, just as my bulbous heart is given to times of silence where the zest for quest leaves me in completed perfect bliss….
....i have stood before your rapturous fire of inspired divine breath,
as one who sought to gather from wells of inspiration,
till in the birthing by now enhanced imagination bearing asenath,
i also came forth with gifted abilities of ‘wood art’ creation….
—-asenath’s wisdom of knowing how to wait for that acceptable time, is that knowledge that causes me to take from the wordcraft of instilled forest woods the woodcraft i so need and desire, till in these pilgrim sabbaticals of fine wood joineries with my azebiki saw, i often find that i am plunged into the midst of saw milled slabs having a flare for fine crafted asian interpretations of ‘rusticwoodart’....
Ah yes, I took these earlier in the week while out walking in the woods in the early morning of time, before the heat of the day was standing over me and telling me to get about my buisness of being busy.
....and so this one gives a picture of one still standing in the shadows, where time is melded into the wood of past tales of experiences….
....and then i stood to step back and enjoy the in-joy of all you had to share with me. since what would ever be the reason of hurry flurry minutes if i could not grasp your meaning of art....
....i once thought i knew so much, till i spewed a bunch of wordy talk and then waited to hear the exclamations of praise that came my way....that was then in the ether's of past time, before i stopped to listen to the trees, those ancient ones who taught the ways of fined tuned silence as golden rays of fine in-grained wood....
"....eclipses of wood, in the forests of where i am found, is but a short distance from the sanity of wild flowers that consume me, with pictures of their wellness of being as held within those arks of woodlands...."
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/