Planes of Architect
….as from my place of sitting,
i looked at you to aspire your eye,
till in the moment of thought-full re-mitting,
your gazing zest of life came to un-der-lie….
—-what gives this form before me aspect,
twas not just yesterday you reached for heavens sky,
and now we meet on different planes of architect,
even then we bi-sected by in-ter-sect with questions of the how and why….
—-phantoms of a period that time has far-gotten,
where crowds of frenzy eyed wonders,
still pass their days all lost in acts of boughten,
while you and me are left to learn the silence-of-thunders….
—-tis so much for my head to complain,
i know i have for-ever walked out of that past life,
and you just sit and take me in with no-thought to explain,
like just now i saw the inner beauty of wood as rife….
....steal sweetly on as clouds roll by,
my soul has found the passion of ancient wonderment,
where the meat and drink of madmen is heard in their poetic cry,
just as i am found as rustic wood spirit taking accent….
And so twas evening time yesterday, when I went out back to have a sit at//on one of the many rock walls surrounding our place here….and if you like, well come and lets sit this time out for a while, before evening shadows come and take the place of light of day….
....still sitting I am. I came up here last night on the way to barn after hearing a crashing in the brush up here. Figuring it to be a deer that was in need of spying out—-grazing out some new place to feed, I grabbed my camera to catch a shot….well the deer was gone and so I sat….reckoning the view….
....and so this view called my name, as coming to call a visit with an old friend….yes, still sitting for some months now as I continue to watch and learn about wood movement in this piece of willow slab….
....and then gathering my attention to looking beyond, I saw this place where dreams are written on the wings of imagination, as time stops and lofty passages of heavens are opened….
....what is beauty, if beauty, is not, ‘just is’....as one birch burl standing on common ground amongst the leaves of coming blackberries….
....yes, we are walking now as I stop and take inventory on the character that is be-coming written within the wood of one such as this….and by the way, this one is a ‘one of a kind’ piece of ‘wood art’ that is just waiting to happen, so if their be any collectors who want a special piece for that den or library….well send me an email….
....and so lets step in-side, and see what beauty comes from shadows mixing with light, where darkness gathers in the background, of a new piece of ‘wood art’ that is in ‘the process’....
....need I say more, as even now I start to awaken from my dream, while walking home, and thinking of winter that soon enough shall yet be, I look at the progress of stacked ‘wood joints’ that are made to give and take in the movement of corner-end wood piles all set for coming snows….
Thank you for coming along with me and being a part of my dream, where today’s sun now gathers in morning fog as I wish you all a ‘very good’!
”....twas only what seemed as yesterday, when coming across a tree that cried my name, that often now i remember the attachment with inner grace, where and how was but the beginning of this thing that so draws me as ‘wood art’....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/