In Search of Imaginations Greatest Dream
....i am impressed with the beauty of this day,
and so i tell a tale of create-create-create,
were it not for dreamers such as those who engender,
would not the world re-main in the shadows of darker past….
....creation awaits the dawning of new day suns,
just as each moment breathes in the aroma of a fresh breath,
expelling all those traditions that keeps one’s mind in chains,
and so i live with the awakening dawn of imaginations greatest dream….
....my tale has never been finished in this place i call ‘wood art’,
and so it soon be-hoves me to erase my past creations as,
been there-done that-now it’s time to move to re-fresh of new,
what good is an artist who holds on to what has been….
....stagnation of mind-doldrums of soul-death of a free spirit,
till the artist finds the box has once again had it’s fix,
my tale is one that shuns giving any box a fix of hold on my-self,
better to burn-out than to rust-a-way on yesterdays kudos….
....toss it all to the wind and if the spirit has the soul of an artist,
will not the spirit that re-mains within come forth as more,
can any artist truly re-main at yesterday’s past without wanting more,
will the heart of ‘wood art’ not pant for new streams of inspiration….
....so i look for what can be as new creations in this thing called wood,
i long to dig deeper into the soul of wood and find more that can be,
and if i fail that thought has no-more a hold on me then the eye of death,
one can never fail if they have tried to move out into the shadows of….
....shadows of dusk are only gathered dust dreams awaiting more,
till in the standing of the shadow i saw the silence that beaks the dawn,
and breaking dawn welcomed me to come up higher and see some more,
breaking dawn is where the kings gather to create their ‘wood art’….
The artist knows and hears within, the sound of laughter, that come forth from the depth of his//her silence….and the words that speak to the multitudes such as; ’’....oh ye of little faith….’’ have no-hold on his//her need to self destruct, in the looking of what can be as new creation. Just as this one also has long ago learned that many projects in the works make up for the long and short, which amounts to periods of activity-in-activity as the mind reaches a point of melt down. Melt down is just an-other way of saying….re-born me//re-birth me and I shall come forth with more abundance, just as abundant waters never linger in the pools of despair, but move forward anticipating the water-falls ahead. And so this morning I sat on a throne and dreamed awhile in one of my dream chairs….and the world was mine. Some would say just as I have said in the past that ‘beauty is in the eye of the be-holder’, but to my way of thinking thats just box thinking words. For it is the way of ‘beauty’, that she is be-holden to none and will not be held captive by an eye. Beauty ‘just is’, and if one were to for a while have a taste of her soul, that one’s world would disappear into the shadows of separation and all would come forth in the beauty of oneness.
And so I share with you one of my watch-towers of inspiration….
....ah yes, the view is much better now as my dreams start to awaken my spirit or wood….
....what will yet be, will be….
....jut as in this piece of maple awaiting to be-come more of ‘wood art’....
’’....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....’‘
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/