Burl On A Spit
….wood can out-tell tales,
skewered through i ringed my heart,
two sides of my-self….
….these are the tales that the ancients brought to me out of wood,
back in the forests of yester-year that lean towards future-year,
i learned to sit in silence and gather from the trees of their wisdom,
but what good is wisdom if there are none to hear the words spoken,
so with that in mind i will speak forth what was spoken to me….
….two tales spoken and yet one wood burl i found in the woods,
as to residence i will let the burls place of rest be un-spoken now,
why should i take away from the trust that was formed when we met,
but in re-turn i shall yet give forth a lyric if any have ears to hear words,
i only sat and gathered the tale while the genius of genus is the wood….
These next two stories shall come forth in two installments, but I should warn any who read that I am going on a kayak walk-about in a day or two, so I’m not going to get to the future writings and readings till I come back. One explanation of a kayak walk-about is that I am going off the face of earth here and now into the wilds of other terrain.
I found the wood burl last week while gathering in the forests around here, but the tale did not un-fold till I took the time to listen, what I heard was an amazing story, spoken from the mouth of one such as this burl. What else can I say but thanks to all who read, and will yet yearn to read and sit in silence to hear ‘an others’ words spoken, far out of the mainstream of hominal soma speak-easies.
’’....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....’’
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/