Level Playing Fields of Granular Wood
….mindless matter passes my way,
seeking to enthrall as all-ready enchant my senses,
since why have the else of speaking words begun to slow down,
as i am captivated by imagination in this atmosphere of wood….
—-wood lives with quality at being,
wood loves as quietly being,
wood gives quantity in being,
wood allows me quantium of being….
—-and so it was that one day,
i walked away from where all the dead gathered at tables of set-in-stone dimensions,
out into the land that time could not grasp,
where i be-came this forest that so surrounds my multi-dimensions of being….
—-i left off my leathered shoes that held me down to plains of other’s,
and slipping out where knowledge is a thing of past,
out here inspiration comes from walking where dreams come true,
and imagination is as close to how fast you out-spread your wings….
—-wood talks as a living being,
wood lives to inspire my being,
wood listens to my soul with it’s own soul-full being,
and to-gather we share what comes forth as ‘wood art’ being’s….
—-cast off your leathered shoestrings of desktop theory,
while in this side-step of slipping past the guards of what has been,
there awaits much abundance for who-so-ever wills,
as out here all start on level playing fields of granular wood…..
—-out here there are those who speak from windows of un-known tongues,
where the what they have seen is often from what they have heard,
and then there are those i pass who just stand and stare in be-holden gratitude,
that here is a place away from the noisy crowds of the multitude….
—-herein is found the under-standing of take and eat for all your want,
and man shall not live by bread alone is known as hearing the living word,
for out of my inner-most being i have an abundance of word-wood,
and to him who can understand i build precept upon precept….
....and so i am as ‘just is’ in this ether of wood,
where those who speak my tongue are the ones who are the ‘ancients of old’,
these are the trees in my forest of wherever i walk,
and often is the opportunity when the language of trees comes my way….
”....whether in my body of oneness, or feeding my soul from oneness, to living my life in the spirit of oneness, i am all that i am in the beauty of ‘wood art’ such as i am….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/