Opening the Matrix
....it was in a seize the moment of size,
that i found my oneness of redemption,
where working wood has be-come the sole plate,
and in my depth of wood soul i am completed….
—-how far one travels on this path,
is but the understanding of how wide can i adjust,
since the many will be found standing at the sidelines of tradition,
speaking of what can and how should i finish my course….
—-while there once was a listening to these other’s,
i soon also came to understand the smell of stagnation,
since following what other’s did was comparable to giving up my soul,
where the body is soon decaying as spirit looses it’s zest for quest….
—-setting out from the many transversed path of sleepwalkers,
i soon found my-self before a veiled portal of many dimensions,
where having walked now for some time by leading of inner desire,
i came face to face with the controller of this matrix riddle….
—-who opens the matrix is he who is worthy,
and to the worthy goes the spoil of all is mine,
so why should i tarry here as a moments loner,
when all that awaits is for him who can open the matrix….
—-it was in that moment where transition be-comes translated,
that i found a purpose for working with my hands,
since by the light of golden dawn i understood the soul of trees,
and from the point of chiseled remains was heard my spirit starting to sing….
—-this substance we call wood is the life of creation,
food for body, soul and spirit in the organics of universe,
trees are the lifeblood of our planet in giving the air we breathe,
while in the canopies of undiscovered redwood there is a world all it’s own….
—-and so i waunder now by the light of inspired purpose,
where remembering my before of beginning has increased desire,
and all those lost stories of forgotten wood traditions,
is left for those who shall yet come after and gather their own firewood….
Where I am now is at….wood;
....having left….Urbanized Disfiguration
Come now and put your hiking, mind gathering shoes on and let us waunder into the beauty of the forest, as we take a time out for a few hours, from the intensity of material beings….and if by chance you don’t re-turn….well so what….
....entering in at the start of this trail, where there is no single one to do the duties of point man. Tis better this way since out here we are the ones being watched….
....glacier droppings or glacier scat, from the ages of the glaciers are much in abundance out here in the form of granite….
....as we step in tune with natures breathing. Out in the woods is a place where my mind is placed on the ‘live edge’ as I carry the sounds of all those who have walked this way before. Watch your step now as we step over….
....leaving the trail now, we shall walk by instinct of gut….
....ah yes, the freshness of time as it explodes before the eye, caught in spheres of color that soon shall be coming this way. I look now and watch to remember, for soon the forest shall call off colors that shall inspire the souls of many….
....gather the sighs that the woods have to give, so that in the smells out here, you will soon be lost in the imagination of having been here before, as you collect these images for future reference….
....crossing a stream bed, that begs for winter’s snow. And this too shall soon pass, in coming days of what yet lies ahead for all to see….
....climbing now, we reach for the upward place where what is found up there, is the what shall be of gathered crimson starlights, that twinkle in the airy crisp nights of fall interpretation….
....and this is where I shall leave you now, as each of us must go our own way and just remember that it’s as easy as 1-2-3 when you follow your heart….
”....all the trees of the forest, that are found within my scope of daily living, give thanks continually for the chance of sharing and giving, so that i soon learned the beauty of their ‘wood art’….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/