”Topping the Tree”
....aspiring to the climb i looked to make it to the top,
tree tops bending and nodding in the gusting blown wind,
only did the more to allure within me the salivating gustation of desire,
desire by fire as fueled from the refiners fire of now i know i can,
acclimated to follow the grain of the wood,
i drank deeply from the sap as coming by heartwood….
—-and so the climb was made as years rolled by,
friends came and went as lost from sight,
till in my climb i only knew the upward look,
while never even stopping to ask who was in that pine wood box,
younger then were my older warmer days as older now are my younger colder nights,
till i sit before this my fire as glows from the wood of that remembered tree i did climb….
—-and what did i learn from all those trees that beckoned and called my name,
“come climb, up higher, where the view is sharper from the top”,
well yes, one can climb the upward way and conquer any and all tree tops,
but when you’re on top there are no-tree tops and sadder still,
by my thinking thought i thought on this,
at the top of every tree there is no-tree….
When I left off the desire to be, then patience came calling and sweetned my tea.
My apoliogies this morning to any who were waiting on the next step in that story of “Pine Bark Box”, but I had a tooth extraction yesterday and well….what can I say? Ha! I just did not feel much like getting out to the barn, and taking pictures of those hand shaved treenails. I’ll make it out there today and post later or tomorrow. This work with the ‘one piece bark box’ is an on going work of art, so if I aren’t (very bad English) working then there aren’t no art to post.
You all have a very good day!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/