….so the lighting and thunder clap their hands,
a leaf falls to the ground sending forth vibrations of welcome,
an ant crawls out from under that leaf in the light of day,
and i stare just knowing that all ‘just is’ as should be….
—-from my place of silence in these wooded fields of dreams,
comes an-other much like my-self seeking repose,
after all what use is body or soul confined to theological debate,
when by the spirit one learns to do the mundane as extra-ordinary….
....what happens after lighting and thunder clap their hands?
....who answers the welcoming sound of leafy vibrations?
....when the ant crawls in light of day can he stop to pray?
....where i stare as ‘should be’ can interfere with all i am!
The figures I see, are what remains of those who like me have slumbered in the wood, waiting and sweating away their ages in the aroma of ether, till one day their comes an ancient one walking by….who calls out and awakens the grain of likened images, to arise and come forth….this is your new day!
....and if i had to make a choice be-tween the art of; visual seeing or visual imagination, the one to hold onto and the other to give up….i would ask for the freedom of visual imagination, rather then to be held captive within the confines of visual seeing….
....all who have come before me,
bear witness to the waunderings of such as i am,
and in their want to up-hold the ways of ageless time,
a gift was created called grace-full in-spired imagination….
Windows of opened heavens and so the question must be asked….how far can you see….
....from the fields of wooded gain, where one goes to work and play….there yet remains those who having gone out in the early light of morning dawn, have yet to re-turn from fields of the gods….
....wood, metal, heaven…..or….heaven, metal, wood, who dictates you way of seeing this ‘joinery’ and can you break from habits of the past, those stories other’s have told that so fill the grey matter of your head….can you break from traditions of past, unstrap your feet from the boot leather that holds you down and cast your eye into the all that lies before you….yes, go and taste, for all is yours….
....these know where beauty is found….
....and some know the taste of beauty….
....will you pass beauty by, or stop and dare to to turn me over….
....beauty delights in one who stops to touch, taste and after looking can you still feel my beauty….
”....wood ‘just is’, it takes not an-other’s way, is not given to strife for gain, and is one who enjoys showing it’s delight-full characters of ‘wood art’….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/