”The Beauty of Wood Art”
....and so this morning i am just pounding out some thought think as this substance called ether is slowed down and takes on a body form called words….
—-gathering words, is like the woodsman who knows that in the pith of the forest flower, there is a sponge of gathering goodness, that yearns to be harvested, from the overflow of heart-felt expressions of eye seeing i….
—-sowing in the morning, sowing in the evening and all-ways casting my bread upon the waters, i in likeness of-kind-of-frame-of mind watch expectantly for my success-full-increase….
—-and even now i hear the groaning of all creatures, as the creation awaits the revealing manifestation….
....and so i opened my eyes and looked….
....at all that was before me….
....and i saw that all was very good….
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/