"Hand Planning of In-Grained Wood" --by RusticWoodArt

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Blog entry by frank posted 10-24-2007 01:11 PM 818 reads 0 times favorited 2 comments Add to Favorites Watch

Hand Planning of In-Grained Wood

....out in this walk of life,
i have tapped the shoulder of my many other’s,
where were it not for dreamers of more,
i should have given up my presence long of yes-ter-year’s….

—-”enter not the dwelling of caged minds seeking harmony”,
was the voice that spoke to me from ages of yore,
for in the duty of a soul that comes upon the dark night,
there is a light for culler’s of the reapers who strive their spirit….

—-so i entered into the forest at the shortest gate between the trees,
for in there lives the heart of wood that speaks of all,
and so i started my journey into the vastness of spirit wood,
since by the early mornings dawn i knew at once of who i am…..

—-past the evergreens with fated smiles of what might be,
till the oakens of greatness raised their hands,
out past the birches who swing in the song of winds,
walking on i saw the mighty beeches of maternal strength….

—-out here the air is filled with the voices of wood,
and none that comes this way will leave with empty heart,
this is where i learned to digress with the art of story-telling,
far from those walled seminaries that captured me as a youth….

—-back then the other’s told me how to role-play,
according to their books on religious thought,
i played with minds that sought to temper mine,
but in their end i walked away with a chaotic soul….

—-so now i waunder these woods gasping at the wisdom i behold,
for here the dis-harmony of harmony speaks in all,
out here the trees have learned to pass their wisdom on,
and i have felt the hand planning of in-grained wood….

....not much to add to this place of ground covered needles and pine,
with leaves of beauty that adds grace in steps of creation,
evolving back i go from where i once beheld,
to the very good of seeing once again of all i am

From the early beginnings of time, the marks of a cabin in the woods, has often been the seed ground, where those who dream with-in the out-side of a box, have passed their time living a fruit-full imagination….

....and so once again I turned with-in my head and looking off in the distance my heart said thanks for what is seen herein….

....tis not the measure of a man//women found from what they know, but too what they see? Then let your vision so increase….

....and be assured that soon to with all your increase, you to shall be found as living outside the scope of fathomable time size….

....and here was the quest that I had made, finally put to rest with mighty zest, for in the allness I have seen, my colors came forth in-side my head….

....once again I give thanks….

Thank you.

” smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”

-- --frank, NH,

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#1 posted 10-24-2007 11:05 PM

Just goes to prove, you must see color to know color. As always, thanks for the post.

-- Rob (A) Waxahachie,TX

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#2 posted 10-25-2007 12:51 PM

Hi Rob;
—-yes, great point you have brought forth….”see color to know color”!

And I might also add that when one can ‘see and know’ then also comes the ‘feel’ of color. I have found that it is the feeling of color that brings me to the completed finish of a piece of ‘wood art’. The color of the wood is felt in it’s make-up of grain and character and also with the oils or shellacs that I often tint….

Thank you.

-- --frank, NH,

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