”Base Camp or Madness of Vista’s”
....and so much the more so,
i am swirled into the inner arena of of this mad-capped vortex,
where the color imaging escapades from all my kaleidoscopes of man made portals,
are but the infused dilemma of one walking where those others choose to trod not….
—-and so here again i am found,
as walking and talking amongst these trees of my forest,
where the early morning dew sits as burnished droplets on the leaves of my wings,
and in the blink of an eye i now unfurl a posted response of come up higher….
—-imagination calls to me of what shall be wholly engrossed expressions,
of burnished questions and so i answer with here am i,
taking no-time to think-thought this through,
is the fastest way off my base camp of yesterdays skull drudgery….
—-living life at telling points of how to define this mountain before me,
is not the way of reaching for the view that comes at top,
and so i left those other’s who could only gather to stare with words among themselves, where words only sought to contain my view of yonder vista’s….
And so again, here….now….I am as cast off and out, caught within the woods of Desirae, were this one first caught me by her looks of longing desire, abiding my time here in the silence of this given moment, I am inspired by the greenery of the leaves that make up this given door of magical tapestry that so calls my name and invites me to come and see….
....is your place of seeing at the foot of the base….
....or can you step out, to where the only thing that is secure, is the knowing of what you see, as living in the moment of now as ‘just is’....
....and then after looking I went to create….
....and all the while, while I was creating, I also never left the ‘land of imaginations’ of what can be….
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/