The Voice in the Wood

by Niccolette Pavlevsky

The universe speaks to the ancient sequoia and redwoods

Their souls speak to mankind in the whispering of forest

Decades of wisdom and enlightment from the sun

rest now on the sandy beaches

Driftwood comes to be found by a young artist

She hears their silent song, the whispering voices

The lines of growth reveal the hard and the good seasons

Sea waves of emotion tossed and cured the wood from rot

Twisted and grooved, broken and dashed upon life's rocks

She sees potential, beauty, refinement, and rebirth

The chain that frees the form binds her to the piece

Charging around its blade the cutting creates

The redwood the color of old blood powders into saw dust

And swirls around her rusty hair in the breeze

The form comes from the wood itself, the story it tells her

The beauty of mankind, the soul of an animal from sea or land

She only helps the wood be heard in forms we can understand

It is the being-ness that matters, the soul of joy is in the creation

Life is in the wisdom of experience, the creation of beauty,

The finding of the precious in the broken pieces

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