Taste Tested Words
....tis from this newness of my early rising,
where golden droplets of wood chips come spireling,
that i am set free of this my bricole’s comprising,
where jurisprudence thought to hold me back from live edging….
....and what is this thing i call ‘live edging’, but the willingness to be willing to explore where those ‘others’ have said; “walk at your own risk and if you do, then understand that we’ve never had any come back….”
....first they taught me to read with nursery books all wrote in old age, and then they passed along religious books that promised a living hell, while in my choosing a passage of work those same came and said to study these, and so i studied wood till wood became a thing that was not me….
The sadness came when in my learning, I one day saw that those who taught, had all been schooled in the the classrooms that their tuitions had bought. I was young then and so I dropped the names of those whose attentions I hoped to get, and if I could only get close enough then maybe some of their star-dust would rub off on me. My wisdom was from the pit of their wisdom, and what I did not understand till many years had passed me by, was that in their pit….they also labored just as hard as I. Their pedestal was only the illusion of my having no imagination to go forth and get what was all-ready mine, and so I hovered at this pedestal hoping to get a wink of approval from those who only repeated the words that ‘other’s’ before had already said….
Drink deeply from the fountain of your youth, and never let anyone tell you that it’s time to grow up and act your age! Ha!....I now laugh at those who would use the words of fear to keep me back from living life on the ‘living edge’. Never give up dreaming and from within the depths of your soul, will come forth the spirit of all that ‘just is’....and this same spirit is the same, that one master told some of those ‘other’s’ one day when he said to ‘become as little children’. I have watched and listened to those who have closed their minds to wanting to see, afraid that if they explore a new way, a new thought, then maybe—-just maybe this could lead to their undoing. What if I have never tested what they told me would not work, and so I go on and pass this information on as a peddler of their mis-information. Fear and what if, will keep you from being the all you are meant to be, and is the packaging wrapper that goes on the self supporting cans of promoting what ‘those other’s’ have said. We have been given ears to hear words, and by our hearing we are then called to test those words….our problem is that what we want to hear, is the name of someone well known who will make this learning process all the easier for us.
There are no short cuts in this descriptive nesting of where we have decided to park our butts at, called ‘working wood’. And when all is said and done, you are the one who must first of all hold your-self accountable to your-own-self first of all. Test the the words of the ‘they have said crowd’, and when you do, be ready to expect and find that all they have said may not hold true for you. The abc woodworking books that we have all learned from, will be as useless scribble to the one who can go forth and create the rules of what is found by knowing the inner workings of the spirit of wood.
....’learning wood’ was the full-fill-ment of a need to support myself, ‘loving wood’ is the passion before me as I follow your in-grained beauty and all the while I am ‘living wood’ as one now lost within the artistic expression of the image before me….!”
—-and so slowly the ‘old timer’ roused his thoughts back from where he had been, while looking at the piece of ‘wood art’ that towered over him, as he worked the wood with hands that where gnarled from time, while on knees of bended grace he touched this place of earthspace-floorspace-workspace….
—-touching the wood he heard the ingrained beauty speak those words of shifting attitude, “yes—-you have taught him well and now soon he must find his own way, not many can go that way since it becomes one to learn to walk alone, and yet he will succeed where other’s have failed since he has listened and heard the words that only wood can speak….”
And as time passed, and ages swelled, within the gloating images of human kind, all eternity stopped for one brief second as the barn door rolled open and I walked into the life of this ‘old timers’ time….
....and so as I was standing here, I heard the calling from opened heavens to come up higher and so I loosed my spirit to go after the chasing of wood spirits all gone on a walking-waundering-walk-a bout….
....tis not what you see on the outside that will keep one locked within a prison of no imagination, but that which is seen as is, from looking to the within, is where the heart of man can step outside the boundaries of time….to behold the beauty of all-ready full and all-ready finished….
Have a very good day and thank you all.
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/