”Art-Full Start at Woods Creation”
....i am cut free in my current drift of thought, as i ‘waunder’ through-out these oodles of slews of stickered wood, going on and passing on as i stop here a little and then pass over the many others, these are the many-those many-how many as the numbers of board feet unfold before my eyes….
—-and so now i stop and take a moment to create pause,
my fingers itching and reaching for the cause,
“o thou salient character of a wood being,
whereforth hast thou ignited my foreseeing….”
—-even now my fingers start to twitch and dance,
reaching forth to grasp thou gothic romance,
as even now my eyes are held in awe of transfix,
and all creation stops for one second of intermix….
—-my head is suddenly shifted into a new chemical of symmetricalness,
as eye of my heart has brushed thy beauty of conspicuousness,
while in the fields where gods do play at making art,
they give a wink since ‘the process’ has taken start…
....a sound of thunder in the whirlwind of the forest, is often the silence that comes before my moment of now, as i reach out and give a shout of praise and thanks, that once again the time has come and all is as it should be….and this all-so, ‘just is’....
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/