Sculpture, Wood

Every piece of work is part of the journey:
From wood to forest to life
And stone to Earth to the stars
How form and space dancing, shows
The source in emptiness of everything that is

Can some human handiwork express
This essence in a still sculpture
When each prefers our private view?
Perhaps imagination may be touched upon
That every flower simply grows

And what act of shopping
To have and to hold
Will value a reminder
In silent spaces of the heart
That we too will soon depart

Beauty in the wallet of the beholder
Swap one day of work
For one of mine, or two or three
Gift exchange then we may agree
But first you have to look and see

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