Wood Weathered Friends
....beauty is my way of giving thanks, and drinking deeply from the circumstances of life that surround me.
Where I to walk into a room, beauty would fade back into shadows of after-space….but, upon my passing through and beyond, beauty is able to re-focus and splay her-self as an example of the fine Lady she is.
Of all the tales of wood that I have learned, there is no-thing that compares with the first taste of abundant life that springs forth, in that first moment when one such as this parts the terra of earth, pushing aside the fallen evidences of yesterday’s remains….and shouting forth for joy, declares to all//any who would hear….here am I….
....what is the form of ego that can stand beside one such as this, when the inner beauty of age and iron glows against the backdrop of wood….
....in the crowds of cities, dwelling against there shopping malls of asphalt and steel I once lived, where after a day’s hard work, I also took on their images….that was then and this is now, so don’t look at the imaged words of one such as I, but take a moment and read the beauty that is found herein….
....some may wonder at what I am thank-full….so count the ways written within this picture-space-of-time that call my name as I say, I am thank-full today for….all of life….that comes with wood….
....I am older now, and yet I do not count or pride my-self in thinking that with age comes a more mature life-style, those are the words spoken by armchair prophets, who have long since stopped walking out into the forest space of living wood. May my feet never stay in one place long enough to gather age with ego’s of man….and may I all-ways pass through the rooms of beauty abiding no-time to gather shadows, till in that coming time of space, I also pass along with these my many wood weathered friends….
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/