The Wild of the Woods
….and so i walk the footsteps of those who precede my thinking,
these are the spirit’s of rustic woodlands as found herein,
and it is they who speak in an un-known tongue from the forest of living,
a language that not many today have the time to learn away from the clatter….
—-clatter comes in many shapes and forms,
but the duty of clatter is all-ways the same,
and that is to distract one from the beauty of silence,
needless to say that clatter and silence will play at tugs of war within a soul….
—-i waunder out here with the knowledge of eternal presence,
that there are those who are stalking me with their own thoughts and desires,
just as now i am looking for my open window out here,
so as to side slip into where i can translate language with those of an-other tongue….
—-time passes according to the moments you keep within your head,
just as the greens of panchromatic tell me of what lies ahead,
out here i have learned to turn off the filters that ‘other’ scrivener’s taught,
out here ‘the wild of the woods’ knows my name and welcomes me home….
—-the week is long and the days are longer that beseech my time,
and within the labor pressed walls of my sweating shop box,
their is the eyes of a hard pressed shop labor master agitating me on,
shape-form-duty and taxes are all yielded up to the beast named clatter….
—-tis better now since out here i have un-plugged clatter,
the goliath that i wear around my wrist i have slipped inside my pocket,
just as his taunts are now re-moved from the space before my eye,
and the cell phone has since had it’s power pack shut down….
—-what welcome relief i have found in pellets of dimpled deer scat,
and just to know the harmony of the universe starts right here,
touch and taste with your fingers and know that i am not alone,
that here walks one who has come before with gestating ideas….
—-can one begin to see what lies within the hearts of man,
until that one has walked in the steps of those who so watch man,
just as out here i find those who are watching to see the choices i make,
out here the forest understands who i am and the role-of-dreams i play….
—-and so i walk on following the call that comes my way,
my ears have heard of a place where time is eternal,
and my eyes have visited the place where the thunder of silence gives wealth,
just as now my spirit jumps for up ahead i have found an open window….
....and what lies beyond,
will for now be a table in this wilderness,
where the call is out for any and all to enjoy,
a hilltop vista of banquet hall food thought….
”….this clatter inside my head, has for now been put to sleep, with the thunder of silence, that makes a place for me within my ‘wood art’....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/