Stone and Wood
....study deep and go within,
for in these inwards of stone and wood,
beats the heart of my love’s in-flame,
where naught but wight’s such as i can go for peace-full respite….
—-sing forth the study of my soul,
i go a caroling within the depths of these here woods,
while none there is that crosses my path as fair weathered fiend,
but the arrow that flees to it’s point of yonder destiny….
—-why sitting here just now in mornings darkest inward glow,
i cast my thoughts across the ravines of dusky frost bitten light,
and gathering a twig to stir this frothy cup of tea laced drink,
my mind drifts back to thoughts of having loved your trunk of bark….
—-remember how we sat across from each other’s gazing spirit,
and passed the hours of first our meeting in awes of silence,
till you broke the spell and culled my name with gnarly glee,
as i was sketching the likeness of your twisted bark that so enamoured thee….
—-time dwells deep within the heart of past,
and many are the backward glances that will soon be forgotten,
were not my pencil held at ready stance to capture the shadows that liken self,
for in these carvings of wood and stone are pictured my daily waunderings….
—-i sing and shout i am to the wind that blows through yonder trappings,
where betwixt the trees there stands the declaring of granite stone,
while i am still encased in this body of weathered leather skin,
wondering how this picture of words break upon this my sculptured wood….
....much has went on from those days to times of now,
since in the years by learning of stone and wood,
i have amassed the fortune of being one who hears from wood,
and in this beauty of all i see there still speaks the likeness of me….
I am wood,
i work the woods,
i forage in the woodlands,
i give thanks for forest of woods….as built on stone!
—by flp and taken from ”A Woodworking Story of all that I Am”
And to the one who studies bark….the bark of the tree, to him//her will be granted the wisdom of wood….
....I also study stone and it’s topographic outlay of the land, as to where the trees are found….
....wood becomes a prop for more wood to be picked up in the spring for more creations of ‘wood art’....
....woods….stones….water, now I’m at home in the forest of my delight….
....and so it all starts out there on a dirt road some-where in time, if one but takes the time to hear the invitation to enter in….all is very good….
....I could not pass up passing this one along, to any who like old barn doors made of wood….enjoy!
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/