”Wings of Imagination”
....out here i am more than eye can taste or ear can see, come with me my desirae of a souls fiery intoxicant, so that together we may explore the ranges of ether that have encrypted a body of i, where the spirits of the woodland gather to covet a place in the hearts of waundering pilgrim aliens….
—-i sought for a place of rest in the clan of human engineering that i was indoctrinated within, and throughout the passing of my years i lost the child that warmed in me, till over time and passing dell i became the one i loathed to be, how marches time in keeping up the veil those others placed in front of me….
—-i walk now in the footsteps of these who inhabit a diametrical sphere of influence with the woods that surround my rustic way of breathing, i have leaned that just as my breathing gives expression to the artist of who i am in the nature of my ‘wood art’, so also these creatures of the woods have laid there eyes on me and accepted me as one who bears witness to the all that they are, where as such in the rumination of my mind i have learned to let my spirit go free beyond many imaginations….
....and so i walked out of this suit of leathered flesh where shoes of leather have kept me as an earthen-enshroud of massive illusions….
....here in my walk comes the lightness of throwing off all the accumulated clutter that comes from living in a place of time as my journey carries me down a slope of dreams come alive….
....many are the ones who now watch my progress along this way as standing back in shadowed glee they send me on to give release….
....”is not my beauty a thing to behold,
so why not stop and look within,
as from my view i welcome you”....
....and so i looked within,
never asking why,
tis such a place of sweet retreat….
....and in my looking of long desire,
i found a heart of wood,
that beat for me….
....who could pass this way and not see,
that there remains a part of me in every tree,
so i gave way to a master tree of timeless past….
....while down below the truth be told,
that food is given for those in need,
and selfish claims are things of waste….
....out of yonder forest i passed ahead,
till in the fullness of my head,
once again i gave a piece of wood,
a place of birthing as ‘wood art’ now understood….
”There is a boundary to men’s passions when they act from feelings; but none when they are under the influence of imagination.” —by Edmund Burke
Imagination is the wrought out existence of a spirit that has longed for the freedom of knowing that in all their seeing, they have failed and come up short, until with eyes open wide, they inter beyond the veil that other’s only talk about and warn about. Within that veil their comes the understanding that all is mine, take what you will and use for the dreams that you have made come true! In the wringing of winged imagination, I am the creator of all my dreams….just as imagination that awakens from a long and deep sleep, now shapes a beginning of beaut-i-full ‘wood art’.
Have a ‘very good’ day!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/