”A Woodworkers Paradise”
....out of the darkness of night i have come, to sit now in my silence before a bigger mind than i, as i watch with prognosticated seeing, the un-veiling of this new glorious dawn….
—-and yes with pointing branches all entwined, against this your night canvas all stretched tight, where pinpricks of starry luminance release these feelings of light, that bespeak to me of a world beyond….
—-what is your makeup oh starry night, that so antagonizes and yet brings at-one-ment with my spirit, as i am caught betwixt this fork of two branches, where you have placed me in silent afterthought….
—-would you cleave me and rive me into, that i a worker in wood on this plane-of-time, might be a juried table leg all hand fitted and jointed, where others could tell of your hand work upon a master’s throne….
—-and then just as abruptly as i had fallen into this sleeping dream, so now my spirit danced in the morning after glow of awakening, just as where once my imagination was bogged down with thoughts of having culminated, now i am image liberated-illuminated for i have peeked behind the veil of your closure….
—-and i have seen through to the other side of my starry night, where once invited i have ofttimes re-turned, for here now my imagination knows no-boundaries as i drink deeply from beauty of all, so that now i can tell of how i have seen the forest of trees beyond my starry night….
—-”a woodworkers paradise” all completed and furnished, abounding in the traditions of furniture and carpeted sculptures with no-end, well sounded feelings of this enraptured heart of mine, while my hands work out what imagination writes in as—-’wood art’....
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/